I was the childlike girl next door for him.
He was a gentleman and the crush of almost all the neighbours.
He never spoke too much so I was never a good listener.
For him I never mattered so much.
But I, like all other neighbours, had a crush on him.
His body never got my focus, but his writings were.
Day by day I fell in love with his unspoken words.
On a rainy day I wanted to express my love,
As because it was his favourite season after all.
Yes, he loved monsoon a lot.
Many neighbours had asked him once,
Why he love monsoon so much?
He never spoke too much, as I have mentioned above.
But he said he will narrate it on a rainy day.
When I went and knocked his door,
His roommate said he had went upstairs.
Greeting him a smiley bye, I went to meet my guy.
Love for him or for his words, I was confused a lot.
But I had already started calling him as my guy.
Silly or stupid or again childlike girl, what he will address me now?
I was wondering and riding towards him.
He was sitting near the terrace door and was writing something.
Hey, hi, Writing some poems I guess Mr....
I was silent for a while.
It didn't bother me anytime, but I realised,
I do not know his name.
***! what a great lover I am,
Without knowing his name I had fallen in love with him.
My heart corrected me this time.
You have fallen in love with his writings and unspoken words and not with him.
I smiled and said to my heart,
May be I have fallen in love with his writings and unspoken words,
But the love for him is pure and real,
And I believe the love for him is also devine.
My conversations with my heart was broken by his touch.
Seeing me lost in my own world,
He had given me a **** on my shoulder and said,
I am a writer so I want to be known by that.
He may have wanted to say something more.
I truly like a bad listener stopped him and said,
Shakespeare had once said,
"What's in a name!"
And being a lover of your writing,
I too want to say,
In name there is no fame
Because fame is there where creativity and innovation resides.
He actually smiled and kissed my forehead,
And then took me to the terrace and said,
When I had come,
The place was new, people were new,
But when I saw you, I felt something not new.
I do not knew by your name but your smile was very much known.
Your smile was like the sunshine which I knew from a time immemorial.
Then were you spoke to me for the first time,
Your words were like the breeze which inspires me to write.
I used to notice when you read my poems after coming home.
Your comments after reading my poems everyday,
Was the best gift for everytime.
And you thought you never mattered so much!
I was happy that you understood my writings more than I had expressed in words.
I am not worried about the answer, I may get now,
But after knowing about your favourite season,
Monsoon became my favourite too.
Without any fear, I want to confess that,
I have fallen in love with the childlike girl who stays nextdoor.
Whatever be your answer,
Just say it keeping the raindrops as our witnesses.
Drenched in rain but my tears were real.
I felt like Monsoon had gifted the best rain that day.
Without any confusion, I hugged my guy.
Many days, months and years had passed since then.
He continued with his Writings and unspoken words.
He now goes for world tours,
To spread his unspoken words.
Being his better half, accompany him everywhere.
A small dedication _ /\ _