She & He

It was somewhere in July 07

He started finding someone who could make him even

“Eureka! Eureka!” he shouted on a chat

Being a chary guy he smelt a rat.

 

The aesthetic talks ,the redolent attitude

Made him go for a toss.

He was confused with all that showy gloss.

Still he had nothing at loss.

 

This went on for a couple of months or so

He decided to give it a go.

Marked a day on his calendar

Which was gonna be the day for his tryst.

 

The day arrived and there he went

Sprinkling all the perfume in the universe he could get

With a chocolate and a flower in hand

And riding a bike which was his friend’s.

 

Parked the bike & went straight to the meeting place

And booked a table with all the happiness on his face.

“Excuse me please!” she said in a little hesitant and dejected voice

“Are you the one?” he queried with poise.

“She’s not bad” he thought

Clueless about what to talk.

Together they broke the silence with, “Well I’m–”

Both stop, confused.

Both start again with a Bingo.

Again each one stops dead,

He thinks “What a lingo?”

They look at each other, half smiling, half puzzled as if to say

“I don’t know why I feel this way?”

 

This went on for about a year

Until the winds changed their direction

And both of them parted for the reasons

Which he didn’t mention.

 

Now, 2 years have passed by

And he’s not able to bid her a goodbye.

Couple of times he has thought, ”Lets move on”

But each time idea was immediately withdrawn.

Still he thinks about her.

Still he writes about her.

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