Tuesday, 24 July 2012

The Voice (A Sonnet)

It was a rainy day when I saw you;
You walked with grace and stood tall in the haze;
The pleasantness of your face radiated;
Magnetized me many meters ahead.
Clouds of confusion rumbled and jumbled;
A crazy well of emotions overflowed.
"How can I stop this?", that I asked myself;














Embarrassing it would be, If this persists.
So, I sat down, looked away and sighed;
I closed my eyes and  counting how I tried;
Hoping that by then, you're already gone.
Then I heard a voice calling out my name;
I looked around and there you were standing;
You smiled making me breathless and beaming.