To dear Iron man,

I never used to believe in love at the first sight,
But you had something that night
I don't know what it was,
The rust on your edges or,
The scribble of words unsaid,
That off red paint,
Or the layer of dust on your surface.

You were standing there,
Like a warrior,
Cutting the darkness with,
Your shinning light,
All your dents and,
Those imperfect marks,
Seems so perfect to me.

I never used to believe in love at first sight,
But I was in love with you since the very first night.

I was a day old,
New to your land,
Creases still left to open,
And you were there,
With that dark rust and,
Half faded paint.


That night,
I opened up for the first time,
Felt the warmth of your light,
These Blank and empty spaces,
I was hiding from the world,
You filled it with your light,
So perfectly,
That no more, I want them to hide,


That night I realized,
I was a stranger to myself,
But you knew me so well.
All those warnings I get from these windows,

The scoldings I receive from this glass,
They told me, our love is forbidden,
You are a rusty street material,
And I belong to a soft world,

But every time,
When that wind blow,
I try as hard as I can,
To stretch myself out of this window,
To leave the world from where i belong,
If loving you means loosing myself,
I won't mind,
Because that night,
I fell in love with myself,
It was only under your light.

Sakshi ghildiyal