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Nov 2014
The first sign would be, the way she'd glance,
No no, cancel that! It would most certainly be her smile;

Or... Maybe her hair, flowing in waves like no other,
But would it be that dreamy he wonders, all the while!!

Once he might've been there, but missed it quite by chance,
Young and foolish he thought he was,
Mistook, mistaking crushes for romance,
Had he not chosen to act older, probably would have been younger in love;

Perhaps, this time there'll be some indicators, some pole star guiding him to her, he Hopes,
For all he knows is friendship, care and loyalty for those,
Few people whose faces bring light,
but she, he imagines would stand out,
gleaming more bright, wrapped as if in white

Older and wiser, he thinks he is,
None too shabby in love he'll fare.

It might be the twinkle in her eye, or the way she plays her moves a lil' coy,
In his gut he knows this time around he'll get it right,
But how much could a simpleton know,
Of the matters of the heart,
He who has a history of ignorance,
But better and brighter he seems,
For her, more prepared to bend down on his knee,

He just knows that when they meet,
A shooting star would be seen,
Blazing and dazzling through the sky,
Wandering and meandering as if drunk with with her pulchritude,
But isn't it too far fetched a dream to live by,

It feels like he's sure not to miss it,
In a way, desperate to kiss her,
But falling in love, is an idiot he's feared,
He'd rather tread softly, none too eager,
trying not too hard,
seeming too casual to appear,

Dreamer or dreamier does he sound,
for the affections, Of a lovely lass, in fields afar.

What he doesn't think of, is just to be himself,
Not strut or stutter, but feel free,
Not look for grins, eyes hair or her stance,
There would be no signs but just an inward smile, a silent glee.

For too blind the eyes make, every man with light,
Love, love oh love, is over-rated perhaps,
Ephemeral are the fables, maybe is its just chance,

So hope should he? To meet his destiny?
Shall he take her hand, kiss her forehead, caress her cheek?
OH, my love, sit with me, and let's wait and see....
Saksham Garg
Written by
Saksham Garg  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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