A fleeting face to face, serendipitous, on a humid tropical evening, was the first time; it felt like a shower.
But our probing eyes must have known better, they curtly demanded one more quick look as we passed each other; we were obedience personified!
Then eyes met eyes many times by chance. Two birds of passage found themselves preening feathers on the branches of the same tree chosen in an impulse, proved so right!
You sit with your crowd on the side of a long step one on the flight to the cinema a favourite spot I learn, later. The arrow from your eyes hit it's gleaming point where it should with such sweet force as I come down the steps and I become a falling feather.
At the shadow of the book shelf I find you , a pigeon soft sitting at the table across me, making our lonely hearts speak in the eloquence of loud thumps in enforced silence.
But the true meeting did happen in between-- in that expanding space of sweet, sweet silence within us blowing trumpets!
Your eyes were the keys to open the door to that chamber, through the keyhole of my heart, love bled copiously from that impact, like nectar, which I was tasting for the first time ever.
Are you aware what happens in course of heart's flight to it's pair