Him

So, for all those who i wish to address and the ones that i think have an ear to lend....there's news. I'm beginning a new series and it's called "him". Don't ask me why; this was the first impulse of an excited brain and i couldn't deny it.

This series will contain poems(yes! you guessed i right). These poems are meant for my encounters with "him", where "him"(being the focus) has a very high tendency of being different each time!

P.s: It is important to consider that "him" could be imaginary. Discretion appreciated.

With a hope that it tickles your senses at different echelons of passion, here goes the first one:


Sips of tea...
He planned a sudden encounter
I giggled...
With bubbles of excitement
popping audibly loud
Yet renting composure
I asked him to wait and he did.
I walked like silk
Counting every step,
Panning each eye
To a direction not his...
He was up there
From where, everything was visible
The cars, lined in a row
The garden, snoring, curled up in cold
The dogs, strolling in pride
His cycle, parked carefully, lovingly
And me.....walking up to him
With an apparent casualty
I risked, raised my sight
To steal a view of him
He was gone
Down with a sense of relief,
Growing courage...
Hidden anxiety
My eyes led my steps
Eyes rise...fall on him
He is here...has he?
No! His concern was his cycle
Misled by distance, he was pulled down
Relieved. We were lifted up.
‘Nice house’, first step.
What followed was formality
5, 7, 10 minutes.
Why are you being so formal?
Green Tea- Lipton
And at ease- our souls
Our bodies-
Proximity- Decently minimum
Two lamps, one couch and 5 pillows.
Him, me and tea.
The rest hardly mattered...
The noise of the dogs barking...
People partying...
Hearts beating...
So how was your summer?
So, a length of time only to listen
Pretend to listen
Grin, sip, grin, agree.
Answer, sip, question, listen.
Running parallel like a 70’s film roll
In the screens of my eyes
Was
A pull of cheeks
Sometimes a hug...
My head resting on his arm
A gentle, incidental brush of hands
A kiss on my cheek
An empty stare....
So battled these dreams
With my brain’s brighter side
Until he announced the moment to leave
While a hundred plans of asking him to stay
Were trying to make their way
All my head could do was nod
It was too late, he got up and marched out.
I followed.
A stare...
A long smile
Discomfort....should i?
Of course not! Let him.
He did. The best one so far.
Well intended, awaited as if.
And I went back in,
Shutting the door immediately,
Keeping the setting unchanged
To preserve the recent presence
The taste of tea,
That had never tasted so,
still tickling.