A wait for wind
The other day when you asked, to stay a little longer, I slipped a smile and left Without a word to you. Because you already knew I am a wild breeze, Which comes for a little while; But not to spend life time. The way you called me butterfly, Not because I bought hope to you, But as I always flap and flutter And rarely stays around. Although I want you to know, Beauty of yours is so divine. Even the clutter of flowers Are just fine. You are the reddest rose, I have ever seen. Most beautiful orchid, I have ever been. And do you know, how you smile? Yes! I observed you for a little while, When I was sitting next to you on that, Lakeside bench pretending to look far away. First, you turn your face and look at me, not a quick peek but a stare. As if, trying to find something, In my twilight coloured eyes. And then you finally smile! I know not whether it's, A smiling ritual that you follow. Despite, I want to live that fantasy, And consider myself as an exception. And the ...