T'was my friend's wedding day
Was dressed up to have a ball
We reached the venue
and beautiful was it all
The bride sat shining
and smiling most times
Her expressions so mixed,
wonder what went through her mind!
I sat through the side,
and looked all around
There was a tall guy, I noticed
A watch he had worn, on his right wrist
He had specs on his eyes
and lens in his hands
He zoomed in and out,
moved like a spy
He captured every expression
which missed the normal eye
Don't think he talked much,
he spoke through his eyes
I controlled my gaze
looked here and there
pretended to be busy
as if I didn't care
As we friends planned to gather,
gather on the stage
to click a picture with friends
the groom and the bride
I moved around the light stand
to give him a helping hand
"Thank you!" was all he said
with a hard to forget smile
I wonder why I din't speak with him?
What held me behind?
It saddens me more now,
to hear from my friend,
he wasn't from my town
and came from a far land
I will see him again though,
through pictures of this day
When they'll be posts on Facebook
Imagining him standing behind
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
T'was my friend's wedding day
Was dressed up to have a ball
We reached the venue
and beautiful was it all
The bride sat shining
and smiling most times
Her expressions so mixed,
wonder what went through her mind!
I sat through the side,
and looked all around
There was a tall guy, I noticed
A watch he had worn, on his right wrist
He had specs on his eyes
and lens in his hands
He zoomed in and out,
moved like a spy
He captured every expression
which missed the normal eye
Don't think he talked much,
he spoke through his eyes
I controlled my gaze
looked here and there
pretended to be busy
as if I didn't care
As we friends planned to gather,
gather on the stage
to click a picture with friends
the groom and the bride
I moved around the light stand
to give him a helping hand
"Thank you!" was all he said
with a hard to forget smile
I wonder why I din't speak with him?
What held me behind?
It saddens me more now,
to hear from my friend,
he wasn't from my town
and came from a far land
I will see him again though,
through pictures of this day
When they'll be posts on Facebook
Imagining him standing behind