*New piece* —The Love Ballad— (read in the website for a better view)
The first time I saw you, it was January. You were in a mall Shopping from the sales and I couldn’t help but notice How your eyebrows were scrunched together When you were trying to crunch some numbers I watched you from distance, unable to take my eyes off you Afraid of being called a stalker, I ordered my feet to leave you alone And continue my daily ringer But as my heart was a rebellious teenager It stayed there with you, thinking about your favorite color and ice-cream flavor. February rolled around and so did my college grind I was practically living in the library when one cold afternoon You walked in like the bright sunshine, with warmth and colors Playing lost & found You smiled at the book and your dimples made me forget mine It was March when I saw you next. Guess where? In the downtown café You ordered a hazelnut latte and I noticed your eyes for the first time around They were a deep chocolate brown like a hot cocoa on winter’s night. I was already afraid of my lucky streak and wondered if I will you this spring God was kind and so were you Kind enough to grace me with your view, in the April too But your dimples were nowhere in sight. Even the eyes were glazed And I shivered with cold, my heart raced I wanted to ask you what was wrong and if I could help But you left the building before my mind was made. May, June, July and August didn’t really flew by. My whole summer was a desperate cry I’d hope daily, that may this will be the day when I’ll catch your rare sight But my every dream only came out to be a harsh lie. I tried everything I could The mall, library and the café were all the places I covered almost daily on foot But all the sunshine couldn’t lift my mood. The months passed like years and I had almost given up all hope for any future I walked in the rain with nothing but regrets of not making the move, earlier Maybe God saw through my desperation And decided to let me have my way without any question The elevator was a happy coincidence with you standing right by side I couldn’t keep my smile in check and even grinned at my prospects The ride ended even before I could stop with my grinning but my spirits were on high horse September was already a winner and I couldn’t have hoped for anything better October was aslightlysurprising story, You passed me by on the college corridor and I almost tripped One day you came to my table in cafeteria and asked if you could sit All other seats were probably taken and I cannot get this go amiss We got talking and looked like you had been around me all this time Your smiles and warm looks were a sight to behold, better than a rainbow on a clear sky For the whole November we talked and talked. I couldn’t get enough of your perfect shots I loved you wild hair, your button nose, & the way you scrunched it up when your laugh burst I got hung up on every word you said and wondered if you would say yes I scraped of my courage from every corner that I could find And all the scraping brought December quickly by The scraping apparently wasn’t enough, so you had to ask me out And I couldn’t even say a yes out loud But I didn’t let my embarrassment get in the way and asked you for a dance Underneath the mistletoe we swayed You looked at me with those melted chocolate eyes And I could only think of your rosy lips I didn’t had to lean in, your tiptoes did the trick So, kids, that’s how it all began Your mom and me, we simply clicked.
Please, bear with all the mistakes (grammatical/typos), if any, I did the best I could.
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A young writer from India who has loved stories since she was able to understand one. Now, she tries weaving them herself.
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