Wednesday 21 March 2012

once


Once upon a time, I was in a train.
Murmuring a rhyme, leaning by the window pane.
The pane glass was a vibrator,
And I got a free massager.

Suddenly, the massager stopped.
Nothings for free, I thought.

I opened my eyes, but I couldn’t see.
Darkness was the poet, who created this irony.

Faces were same, same as knight.
Then came a fire fly, in the night.
It was a nokia n-90, glowing in the dark.
My mouth went open and heart started to bark.

Her face was brighter then the light falling on it.
My heartbeat got faster but still the blood slowing in it.
She looked up, we had an eye contact.
They were so deep,
black hole was no more a fiction subject.
I tried to move my face to the right,
But hit a man’s head with holy might.
Between the two sounds of ouch,

I heard a sweet giggle.
She was laughing,
And my heart jingle.

Then she made me her fan,
Gave her seat to an old men.
Then she came straight to me,
Inside was a tsunami.
My heart just ran but brain said man,
Just act like who gives a damn.
Then she stopped, and with her the train stopped.
It was her spot, she looked me in the eyes,
And my heart at last completely stopped.
The gate opened, I looked away.
She had grabbed my heart and was taking it away.
She stepped out, a sigh came from my mouth.

It was like the time had completely stopped,
I was not in the mood to think and my heart had popped.
What should I do?
Should I go?
Maybe she liked me too?
I should go?
One after the other questions kept coming.
But please give me one answer I was hoping.
Then came the voice,
Dear travelers don’t forget to take your luggage.
I thought what a noise,
Old man stood up “she forgot her package”.
I said who did? Meant where?
He said here will you give it to her, please.
I smiled and took it spoke “sir, at ease”.
Then came the message “please stand clear of the door”.
I ran with all my might and just past the closing door.
Ran as fast as I can, on the turn.
And bang hit the same girl.
 She was on the ground I was over her.
I was falling right into the dark hole,
She was smiling back pass through my soul.
And the story begin.













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