Strangers fable

Twilight kiss the balmy ground

Dusky dye has embraced the soil

Nehru Place filled with tiny swarm

All and sundry with full of activity

My glance explores the show

All I hear around are the voices of trader

But a twirl in upshot arise

My eyes drop on a dazzling sight

Like a cherub pinching my ogle

She stood there gawking around

Her gripping eyes have detained my view

Tall, elegant and sole  

Like an angel blooming with glee

She makes tracks and I stand still in tight spot

As I realize, my feet scamper to her,

But the horde wouldn’t let me

And she ebbs to nowhere

The tale of the exquisite stranger remains a fable,

Only with a hope I live 

She’ll be back again.

 

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THE LAST CUP

The drop of water struggle’s to fall,

Eye’s probes the brown roof

My body shudders flowing with melancholy  

Memoirs revisit my head

It’s been long, since the sip of first cup

It rings the bell

A year back, the first cup with hefty sugar

The tang with no glow.

Now, it’s my last day

He hands me over the last cup,

His face turned pale,

His dark skin be my log

I take the sip of my last cup,

Chime’s my bell again,

The taste so known

The last cup with hefty sugar,

But taste so unlike

I adore the savor

It be so wistful

He beams at me

My heart fills with bliss

It’s the last day I glimpse him

I shower the beam of forlorn

Finish my cup

And stride away

Leaving a mark of farewell

cup with tea

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Girl of steel

And finally I met,

Yearning for so long,

She’s a scarlet that rose,

Blooming in full glory, with pen in her hand

Standing for the female clout

By the heart so refined

She got the seraphs eyes

Her smile glitters, and showers the adore

Only wish for her,

She touches the sky