Nectar

just a glimpse
and all mie pride of being with myself
was tantalized and tossed
in an air of pamper
in the twinkle of a smile

dunno when the first glance
became a habit of worthy laziness
staring idiotic at the screen
took me unaware and
perhaps, made me addicted

addictions were never good
they told me, 'ey even told me
to hold mie dreams
some said fantasies are so old school
and the hapless romantic in me just smiled


the snap deciphered the droplets kissing your cheeks
and the wind playing with your hair
indeed a moment well captured
but, you'll never know
it kept drenching me everytime i came in front of you
and time froze itself again and again


true, i've had not known her ever
true, she might definitely have other reservations
true, it's probably a farce
i'm enacting, which she'll never come to know
but also is true, a little too intoxicating is her grace

can't deny, she's the first of her kind for me
can't deny, she's way too beautiful to be owned
can't deny, mie senses console 'emselves
saying the day is near
but, there's also no scope to deny
"i've possibly had fallen for her"

lores have the midsummer nights passing
or, the dark knight rising for himself
at least that gives enough a reason
to an wordsmith like me
to pen down what it feels

testimonials galore, love is blind
and may be deaf too
but, twas time for me to assure mieslf
let's make it dumb
just as evidently i've been sounding
for the last so many words

now, once you've got me started
you'll have to bear with me
even if you never get to know who i was
how come, with what kind of a gifted audacity
i dared to think i knew you

i'm not a stalker mie lady, never i was
am way beyond that, you made me so
never bothered to tell you that i stare at you daylong
never sought your permission to talk about you
to mie 'n' number of friends anytime of the day
and you, despite all this -- keep smiling

as crazy it sounds and however mie heart pounds
i hope the day comes keeping behind
the juxtaposed truths and denials
and i get to see you smile just one more time
outside the static imagery
in your own tender fingers
raising me a toast of the ambrosia