It was a beautiful night of innocent emotions
When confusion and love were in mixed proportions
Can’t say even today if it was an overdose of love potions
Or was I just disillusioned with preconceived notions
I knew I was treading a wrong path
But for those few moments, I was ready to face the ultimate wrath
The evening began with love’s tender aroma
And for the first time, the night sky seemed a crimson chroma.
Throughout the conversation, he was trying to understand the complex ‘me’
And the temporary stillness of a colorful kite too used to be free
But, the kite, for once longed for strings
To experience the joy that bondages would bring
His one melting look and I cursed my heart for its lack of might
At the same time, holding back tears that I was failing to fight
Lost in him, when on my palms, he placed something, packed in a glittery blue
Not expecting such a boyish gesture, of how I should react, I had no clue
Like a pampered brat who is refused her most desired gift
I was swept by a sudden sense of loss coz here onwards our paths would drift
A culmination was out of question even though our emotions were same
But both had trespassed forbidden boundaries and so couldn’t give the feeling a
Name
Frozen in the irony of the situation, the only warmth was flowing through my
Eyes
More high on him than the drinks, my heart couldn’t indulge in lies
Then almost naturally, our arms that had never met, found each other
And for those few seconds, about the world I didn’t bother
Wrapped up in emotions, ignoring all who stood to stare
An inept peck on the neck is all my inebriation could make me dare
Though the memories of that night are a little hazy
I am sure my behavior couldn’t have been more crazy
Walking down the streets, our hands and fingers among themselves locked
Choosing to ignore the truth, at my luck’s defeat, I mocked
Wanting to keep the memories alive and fresh forever
The blue glittery gift I decided to keep, but open never
I am surprised at the games life likes to play
Romancing dreams of castles but make them as fragile as clay
But the shadows of the past continue to garnish my present
Never towards them, can I feel any resent
A saga of estranged love this is not
Neither is that night on my character, a blot
I believe, with love this was my closest brush
And even though my emotions got branded as just a crush
I’m glad coz my life’s canvas experienced its first blush.
…………Suchita….
