Fifth of March,
Innumerable things could have been done....
Belly dance classes,haircuts,shopping...
I could have gotten a tattoo...
Taken a random bus to a random city,
Could have fallen sick,got killed in an
accident,
Visited friends,gone to a
pub,a movie,a play...

But,I didn't do any of this...

All I did was come to you with a Thank you...
With sweetness,caring,courage and smiles...
And you did the same...though not needing the courage...
But you made me nervous with your words...
You spoke like you were doing the world a favour...
That it was a privilege you bestowed on a lucky few...

How Rude! I thought...such arrogance and yet so alluring...
I felt like a fool...what was i thinking?
How could one be arrogant and alluring at the same time?
With the same intensity...?
But then I remembered who you Were...
And i started to travel back in time.......
Inscrutable eyes,spellbinding sounds,nimble fingers...
Liberation....from the cycle of rebirth...Salvation...

Fifth of March,
Among the things I did was that I saw You...
and saw things i never thought i'd see again...
But this time around the eyes were tender and caressing....
The sounds still bound you....the words left me wanting more...
and the fingers...Aah! still nimble and expert...
And I realised that You would always be the same...
despite changing the landscape of life....
A Rockstar...and such...