A flower in my garden....

For.... Someone.... I am yet to meet....

For.... Shweta.... Who trained me how to write poems....

A beautiful evening....

We met first time....

We both were excited....

It was like sugar and lime....

We talked for hours....

Sea waves were at its high....

We spoke about everything but....

What was in each others eyes....

I had the best sleep that night....

In a really long time....

I was sleeping with a smile....

Waiting for sunrise....

We waited anxiously....

And again we met....

The twinkle in her eyes and her smile....

Her being oblivious about her innocence my good fate....

Silence we enjoyed....

Words a few....

We didnt want the evening to end....

As always, good moments in life are askew....

Pulled towards each other....

We hugged....

The warmth, the feel....

Inexplicible peace....

We cudnt stop ourselves....

From missing each other....

Even though we didnt want....

Any 'another'....

This time we met....

She drove me around....

I was just looking at her....

Togetherness so profound....

Her eyes were searching....

For something or someone....

Maybe it was me....

Or an illusion I was or none....

Then there was a moment....

Her lips on mine....

I was lost in a wonderland....

Felt like rose wine....

I woke up suddenly....

Only to realise....

She was gone....

Was it a dream? Was it unreal? Were all these lies?

My heart ached....

I didnt want to believe....

I wanted to ignore....

Those moments, I wanted to re-live....

But then something hit me....

And I thought....

Wait a minute....

Why do I need to sought?

Those feelings were special....

Those moments too....

I asked myself 'How did I forget....

No one can take them from you'....

Was it her? Was it me?

Was it the feeling of being oblivious?

Was it our desire to fill....?

What made is so special?

It does not matter now....

Shes a sweet memory....

I think about her and smile....

My single star, sweet you are, very....