I am deeply in love with
this poetess.
Whose name is the girl
with woven hat.
Her words are the magic
tricks, with this she rules. Rules on me. She stays with me with her
words. Words sounds everywhere i give my ear.
This is really pathetic
that someone falls in love with a girl, through the words she arranges.
He must be nervous to
say this that can we have coffee together. he must check his words
(she is wiz at words you know), Otherwise she may laugh at him and say a no to
him.
Well, i have been
thinking about this for long. What is this, is hard to say that this poetess
leaves words and to these, i talk. like she is around.
together we have planned
how to woo her, many times. But where should i find her, (she keeps mum about
this) i don’t know.
we have gone all the
roads together, sung those crazy songs, counted all the stars. I promised her
to listen to her only and to speak the words she wants to. Exchanged our beings
to each other and........i wished to remain as her.
i live (lived many) life
with her.
To this the girl with
woven hat who unstitched this mouth which were unwanted because there was
no one to listen, no one...., i want to say with all my heart while i curl
around her waist with my arms and press my lips in the crook of her neck
and she turns to me. i lift her chin and say those three words,
"Cactus sounds great".
Mohit Kant Mishra
Dec 2011
