The bike drive wasn’t the same.
On a lane with a different name.
The bustling streets of Thirumangalam,
Brought dreamy thoughts of the Thirumanam
Her face covered with a black scarf,
Barely visible, just eyes poignant and razor sharp.
Her black eyes, ask-like, dipped in kohl,
My eyes yearned to meet hers, I couldn’t control.
Breath hitched at her contact, I couldn’t hold,
Waving her hands at me, her blink looked like a wink,
That moment, was when my heart wanted to sink.
Deep into her soul,
As I imagined her mole.
Is it real or a figment of imagination?
The sandalwood fragrance from her nape, brought my heart back to motion,
Can minutes turn to seconds?
Can a person defy the law of science?
I chuckled in affirmation,
As I hugged her in confirmation.
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How beautifully penned. 🌼❤️
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