At the marine drive

At the junction, the name of which I forgot already

in the company of stale sea breeze and a gloomy sunrise at the backdrop

I met you and the color that you wore resembled black

your mascara clad eyes and the fragrance of yellow roses

looked as if we were having a date

but then I had other plans

When you were looked in my eyes,

my impulse was to look in yours

for a moment I forgot the moment

and took a deep breath

I held your hand then, as tightly as I could

and started my walk

I don't remember what you said

but you were laughing and giggling

and I was loving all of it,

the whole-body experience of the energy that you brought

was not enough for me, at all

The walk continued till I saw a better view of the Sun

in the silent vision of the sea

And I was looking at you and you were looking everywhere around

My hands were in your hands still

and the breeze was letting your hair look disheveled

and your pristine innocence

took me in and we embraced

The waves had started crashing in ,

on the shore

and I was in love

Can I really call it a dream?

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