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When I saw her climb the staircase with grace,
My heart began to flutter despoiling my ease.
From where I stood, I clearly saw her excited, red face,
I was more excited than her, to talk about my case.

She tightly clutched the papers with trembling fingers.
How frightened she looked that moment in my memory still lingers.
And off her blushed face, my eyes I could never take,
It was all like a dream, from which I refused to wake.

With jealousy I watched all eyes fixed on her face.
They forever kept looking at her, those gazers so base!
She belonged totally to me, that I wanted them all to know,
They shouldn’t question my claim, she wasn’t mine yet though.

Mesmerized by her beauty, her I kept watching.
With her, my sweet girl, few girls could be matching.
Little of what she presented made any sense to me,
As I dived deeper and deeper in the Joy’s vast sea.

Now that, like a queen, she was descending the staircase,
I could closely watch her pretty, flushed face.
I don’t want to lie; she really wasn’t the best,
But she was my girl-to-be, and little mattered the rest!

Just Heard or Listened to?

Now I wonder whether I just heard,
Or listened to her movements behind me,
As she descended the flight of stairs,
Stepped onto the landing,
Walked through the narrow gap,
Between the two hedgerows,
Lining the long, two-storied hall,
Crossed the leaf-strewn tarmac beyond it,
Trod on the pebbles,
Scattered on the grassless earth,
By the old Tamarind tree,
Climbed on to the makeshift bridge-
Three narrow crude planks,
Overlying a crude cube of sand,
Spanning the grassy ditch,
Started down the footpath,
Meandering through the meadow,
Sidestepped to avoid the knotty roots
Of the Kahata tree,
Gripping the footworn path,
Walked onto to the concrete lid of the drain,
By the tall lamp-post.

Blank Poem

Sitting at my desk,
Cluttered with piles of papers,
And half-read books,
I keep my pen poised,
And scribble thoughtfully,
Down a blank half-sheet.

I write about a dream,
A blank dream,
A dream that won`t come true,
A dream that`s certain,
To disappoint me.

But these lines I keep penning,
With a hope,
A blank hope,
For, I still wait for the unchangeable,
To change,
And the impossible to happen!