This is my 111th blog on this site, and I think it’s a safe bet to say none of my previous diary/blog sites have been anywhere as close to this one in terms of popularity. I thank you the readers for that.
What’s kept my views soaring is my ‘sense of humour’ and Honesty. Or so I like to believe. I’ve revealed so much on these blogs with you all, and for this 111th entry, I am going to dedicate it to that special someone… And no i wont be mentioning names.
THIS IS NO FICTION! I repeat… NO FICTION. 😀
Women, you find everywhere.
But a real woman, you find only in the crevice of a wall
Cramped quietly within its narrow space
And waiting patiently upon that destined golden eyes to see her.
She might just be right in that wall before you,
And might have been there for a while as long as ages.
But you’ll get to notice her in just a moment.
It’s easy to recall with amazingly accurate detail, what she wore the first time i beheld her…
A moment which comes only, and only in the solemnity and discipline of your heart.
To get her out of there might seem tough,
And might have to take as much as having to pry the wall apart.
But when finally you do,
When a swift change in the course of your life,
Leads you to make the most inexplicable discoveries of times;
You’ve got hold of the most priced treasure you can ever imagine.
The moment you do Becomes the most exilirating moment of your life,
It becomes that moment.
I’ve always laughed at the term “Love at first sight”
Even scorned some friends saying “You have failed at your quest in becoming a player”.
But I must admit, they were very right.
Her beauty alone,
Melted my heart of stone.
For the very first time, I was dumbfounded.
My brain just stopped processing entirely.
Right there and then, I knew I was gone.
This beauty had me well grounded.
It felt like time stood still completely, when she turned and i saw her beauty in its entirety…
From that moment onward, all I saw was her. Everything else in comparison was duller, She became the colour in an otherwise dull view.
Her curves perfectly accentuated by a black jeans trouser
Pencil-mouthed, ending into black, obviously new designer shoe.
A pink shirt that hugged her so well, I hoped to best it
With a cream-colored necklace to complement it.
Her face looked too good to be true,
It was just without blemish.
To give her a name other than Goddess would be cruel,
Her hazel eyes compelling me to make a wish that I could one day, look deep into them and see into the crux of her very being.
A nose that fits almost perfectly on her face,
Her luscious lips that were faintly touched with gloss,
Shining as she spoke.
A chin that was just broad for her face to sit on, yet so exquisitely shaped.
It looked sculpted, she would effortlessly outshine a work of art.
She was just too beautiful, beauty-full!
Just when I thought to stop gawking, towards me she started walking.
My heart nearly flew off my chest,
Thumping far louder than the drums being played.
I willed my face to look away,
But it was as if it had developed a mind of its own.
When our eyes met,
My heart literally and figuratively stopped.
Everything started happening in slow motion.
Like the Bollywood movies,
I wanted to sing.
Though I had no lyrics,
A song of Love
A song of Pain
A song of Hope
A song of Joy
A song to soothe the ache I felt deep down.
Then she spoke to me
And I must have zoned out completely
Her voice so soft, and sweet i felt diabetic
So melodiously natural
Her smile revealing a set of teeth perfectly formed
A pair of dimples that made me wish for mine
Cause they fit her so nicely
Coming out in time as if palnned.
It wasn’t until she touched me that i realized
I haven”t answered her yet.
She was asking if i came late to church
But her touch felt so right
Her skin soft like a new born
Velvety like fresh clothing
I quickly recovered and answered smiling brilliantly back
“No, I’m didn’t”
But feeling a little stupid
Cause my description from a distance was so wrong
She surpassed it too well.
That if Angels could be jealous and jealousy could kill
She’ll be dead over and over again
Perfectly formed face
A sweet figure eight
She doesn’t belong in this world
She belongs in a temple
Where she’ll be worshipped.
Gone is the guy who thought “Love Sucked”
But here is a man who fell head over heels in Love
At first sight