It strikes you like a lightning,
It flickers like a fused bulb,
In seconds it brings to you a world of happiness,
For days together it makes you feel helpless,
My steps falter,
Words come out in a spur,
Tough from the out, soft inside,
With him begins life's ride.
A friend in enemy's disguise,
It's like day-dreaming in the night,
It's like sleepwalking when your awake,
It's like walking under the moonlight in an Indian summer,
It's like being a poet when you can't write,
Dimpled chin that incite many hearts for sin,
Mesmerizing eyes that force many for an insight,
Melodious voice that leaves many with no choice,
Flowing hair that makes emotions flow,
As the day breaks,
Thousands flock together in a race,
Stoppin' is a sin, keep up with the pace.
Dreams, Desires and Destinies
scramble through a door,
Fights, Spats, Curse
make up the aura,
Seven days of a week,
but still one yearns for that someday.
For hope doesn't make one meek,
Drenched in the rains,
Heart beats silence the thunder,
shyness flows down the drain.