Sloshed with smirnoff, surfing on clouds,
Few inches away, quietly she lay,
Smiling, failing to utter her emotions,
Speaking with her eyes…
Dark eyes, fringed with black lashes,
Honest and transparent as a mirror,
Lustrous hair curled over shoulders,
She had the face of an angel…
Whole night lay ahead
And we could be better friends
She started to let go
With stories of her adventures,
Crazy and daring (burning butts)
She started to awe me...
Amid the smoke of strawberry Hukka,
Stealing glances and dabbling into topics,
Keeping her awake, tuned and involved
Entrapped by the aura, I lay surrendered
Appearing audacious but fragile,
Extrovert but sensibly silent,
With creative but concealed expression,
Pragmatic and responsible she seemed.
Intent on night long engagement
We promised to stay awake
We bantered and guffawed,
Exchanged numbers and spun yarns
But before long
I slipped into sleep
Yawning next morning
Before I get to my senses,
I am enthralled by her presence.
Already up and washed,
Water dripping down her curls
Turquoise blue top slightly off shouldered,
Dark jeans, bright glowing face
Her fragrance filled the room.
We wished and greeted
Night’s magic was there in the smile
But it was time to leave
So with promises to stay in touch, she departed
Now she is long gone. De-part-ed
And till she returns
With my art, acutely describing into weaved expressions,
I re-part my meteoric friend.
