A gala of life,
A crowd humming with melody.
Heaving each hand above,
Waving with the gust itself.
As the spotlight has smacked me,
Perhaps, just perhaps –
That’s the time when he first noticed me,
At the backside, I assumed, there he stood.
The song was brought to a close,
I see people with their hands ready.
I was about to loom them,
But with someone’s gaze, this chap has trapped me.
How lofty man is he,
For when I’m in 5’3,
I calculated our slits;
His black hair outshines the lights,
And that led me to not look at him directly.
His words are about to be spoken,
And left it with a declarative verdict.
For he's about to ask me a question,
That jiffy, I never had spite in psyche.
Asked me with my name,
And I even gave him a reply.
It seems hard for him to understand,
With a brunt, the mob has left a mark.
There was a silence,
But his hands came near mine –
Offering me a handshake as a usual greeting;
I gave him a hand and smiles reflected back.
“What year are you?” he asked,
“Fourth year,” I uttered with respect.
He even asked over my course,
That’s why I thought he discern someone I know.
And it looks as if he hates digits,
And yet told me I was excellent with that –
Without even knowing,
My trouble zone was Math.
I was direct with my words,
As questions were raised by this man.
I don’t know why I responded him,
Or maybe just to give him a reverence.
As someone uttered my name,
I turned back from this guy.
With such proverbial voice,
I seek out where the origin is.
With the seats to which my eyes were hub,
The same guy had advanced me.
“Where d’you live?” he posed;
And I pointed out where it is.
The tête-à-tête was ‘kinda rude,
And we just sit where our things are.
With his eyes, looking at me
I felt mindful where it’d lead.
After that service, I was about to go;
Finding a friend to join me with a way home;
And with his red top,
I saw him with a look yet keen.
*I don't know why. I don't know how. Oh! C'mon! I'm being distracted.
(3/17/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
A gala of life,
A crowd humming with melody.
Heaving each hand above,
Waving with the gust itself.
As the spotlight has smacked me,
Perhaps, just perhaps –
That’s the time when he first noticed me,
At the backside, I assumed, there he stood.
The song was brought to a close,
I see people with their hands ready.
I was about to loom them,
But with someone’s gaze, this chap has trapped me.
How lofty man is he,
For when I’m in 5’3,
I calculated our slits;
His black hair outshines the lights,
And that led me to not look at him directly.
His words are about to be spoken,
And left it with a declarative verdict.
For he's about to ask me a question,
That jiffy, I never had spite in psyche.
Asked me with my name,
And I even gave him a reply.
It seems hard for him to understand,
With a brunt, the mob has left a mark.
There was a silence,
But his hands came near mine –
Offering me a handshake as a usual greeting;
I gave him a hand and smiles reflected back.
“What year are you?” he asked,
“Fourth year,” I uttered with respect.
He even asked over my course,
That’s why I thought he discern someone I know.
And it looks as if he hates digits,
And yet told me I was excellent with that –
Without even knowing,
My trouble zone was Math.
I was direct with my words,
As questions were raised by this man.
I don’t know why I responded him,
Or maybe just to give him a reverence.
As someone uttered my name,
I turned back from this guy.
With such proverbial voice,
I seek out where the origin is.
With the seats to which my eyes were hub,
The same guy had advanced me.
“Where d’you live?” he posed;
And I pointed out where it is.
The tête-à-tête was ‘kinda rude,
And we just sit where our things are.
With his eyes, looking at me
I felt mindful where it’d lead.
After that service, I was about to go;
Finding a friend to join me with a way home;
And with his red top,
I saw him with a look yet keen.
*I don't know why. I don't know how. Oh! C'mon! I'm being distracted.
(3/17/13 @xirlleelang)
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