It was mid -december
the morning was cold and pale
too hazy to see a thing
even the sun hid behind a white veil.
Walking down the street
remembering good old days
I saw the face of this girl
gliding on the morning haze.
Oh! She was pretty. Her face
radiant unlike the hidden sun
Sitting on that bench alone she
looked like an angel in a white gown.
I said to myself
Is she who I waited for so long?
This is not another of my dreams
Yes,she might be "the one".
I felt determined.
I'm not letting her slip by my hands
She might be the only love of my life
She might be my final chance.
Just then I felt a chill in my bone
It wasnt the morning cold
It was the thought that-
She might belong to another soul.
Maybe she is waiting for him
the love of her life
the man of her dream
Otherwise why would she be alone
Sitting on that bench
and cold as a stone
What if I aint good enough for her
Just another person she met before.
somewhere between these thoughts
our eyes met
before I could say a word,
she got up, smiled at me and.... left.
I stood there still
colder than before
looked like the mist devoured her
she could be seen no more.
Everything turned blue thereafter
what had I done!
missed my chance once again
She might have been "the one".
I sat on the same bench and thought-
what if from these inhibitions I was free
she would be still
sitting by my side smiling at me.
And I would have looked
straight into her eyes without any fears
Would have held her hand
and uttered those three magic words.
From that day everyday
I sit at that same place
waiting for my girl to appear
from somewhere behind the haze.