Our
first touch…. Our arms just brushed,
I
had insecurity on my face, but she just blushed.
She
remained silent the second time,
When
I tried to confess,
This
thing that I felt, that made me restless.
Her
Smile smoothened, my crumpled forehead,
That
was when I knew love was to be felt. Not said.
I
was confused the third time,
As
she withdrew her hand,
When,
to hold it,
I
forwarded mine…
The
fourth time she guessed, I think,
My
fear to hold her,
My
inability,
To
let go my fear.
She
said, “you need to learn a lot”,
“About
us”,
And
she pulled me closer,
I
moved in, A kiss was now to come,
But
it was just a peck, And then we were done…
I
decided to be a man,
And
the fifth time, I made a plan,
We
went out had food,
And
a long walk was to follow.
It
was needed to make my plan good.
It
started raining and I pulled her closer.
I
bent to kiss her, But till I was there,
She
was gone to find a shelter…
The
next time, I decided to let it go…
My
efforts were creating a fiasco…
I
was certain not to do anything,
And
I did not.
We
went to dine,
In a
restaurant, Not so fine…
She
dropped some curry,
On
her cute dress,
She
ran off to the washroom,
It
made no sense, Though with her,
Even
I went on…
Just
as we reached halfway,
The
lights went away…
And
it was done,
Our
First Kiss,
In a
way, Most unexpected,
The
moment was unplanned,
That
why maybe, They say…
Love
just happenes…
It s not made…
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