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She sits back with her legs crossed
With a book in one hand,
A bracelet in the other being tossed
She sits back leaning forward a little
With thick round glasses,
Her concentration seems to be brittle
She sits on a bench while I stand at a distance
With one hand in pocket,
I am attracted to her, there is no resistance
Her hair is black like a lonely night
She has tied them up into a bun
I want to talk to her, but don’t have the might
Her fingers wave through her hair
Like cotton floating on silk
Beauty simply seems to be her flair
Our eyes meet once her hands are down
The trance I was in breaks
And there was the train’s alarming sound
I get on the train, finding number forty two
Can you guess who I found there?
Yes it was her compartment too
We now sit, facing each other
There are freckles on her cheek
Let me tell you what happens further
She looks up and our eyes meet again
I notice that her lips are pink and look away
You see, my eyes don’t know how to bargain
I try to make a conversation or at least a sound
But only syllables come out of my mouth
They fall on my lap, nowhere to be found
She shuffles her legs one more time
Determined to talk to her, I open my mouth
Failure here would be the utmost crime
I open my mouth to speak and make a gesture
But the sound heard was of the train’s horn
Embarrassment hits me like a gigantic hammer
This is her stop, she gets off to the station
The gesture is still suspended in the air
I glanced at the platform, finding some compensation
I find her walking down the exit gate
I want her to turn around, to ask her name
She turns around to me and smiles, checkmate
Originally posted on my blog:https://unseendreamsblog.wordpress.com/
Published by Jaydeep Bansal
3 years ago 
