Her Name

I was there,
Somewhere close to the clouds,
To busy casual-flying,
The one that gets unnoticed,
Trees were tall, night was chilly,
Sleeping was tough,
Eventually you got there,
A wave of introduction,
From my end,
A wave of brilliance from yours,
The journey started
Along with one or more things.
A bumpy ride,
You, mostly looking outside the window,
Like a poet of troubled sorts,
Were you trying to grab a few words,
To gift to your diary before you sleep,
I, looking mostly inside the bus,
Mostly at you,
Mostly at your lovely eyes,
I being more sure of what to write,
Then a sudden jerk,
Might be a stone under the wheel,
Inertia did well in my case,
I continued my meditation of you,
You distracted, and saw me there,
During my foolish sessions of gazing.
Was it a bit awkward?
Anyways, I ended my watch.
You, a fan too.
Turned to music,
First song to play,
"Met a Beautiful Stranger",
I laughed at coincidences,
We reached the stop,
We ate,
We walked the town,
Got to the camp,
2 of us,
among 6 others.
Mutual friend connections.
Change of clothes,
Walk down the hill,
I pointed out at a random herb,
"Scorpion Grass", I said.
You, majoring in plants,
Seemed impressed.
"How do you know?"
"Just happen to." being modest.
"Treks a lot". a friend said.
S**t, I realized there were not just two of us.
It grew dark.Back to the camp,
Fire was lit,
Drinks were opened.
A toast was made to friendship,
I unknowingly said your name,
Oh! your name,
First time I heard of it,
3 syllables, 8 or 9 letters,
Meaning unknown,
I sipped out of whisky,
You, sipped heat of the fire,
Others danced and sang,
We went to separate beds,
Separate tents,
But with same fire.
Had it not been whisky,
It would had been hard sleeping.
I woke up to morning light,
Earlier than all but you.
You jumping barefoot,
On the rocks.
Reckless you, about to fall,
Helpless,I already did.
We trekked,
I ahead of you signaled right,
A steep trail, a shortcut.
You took it,
I get to spread my arms,
To help you push atop,
The plain road,
I left my hand loose,
No luck this time.
A song from your playlist.
"Measuring the road with her bare-feet,
The kid's like rainwater,
When she comes near the real world,
She will be a little dirty.."
Translations never do justice.
Too much of sun at the hilltop,
Everyone under umbrellas except you,
I asked.
"Don't want to stop anything coming to me today".
I couldn't understand much.
But we both smiled.
Sun was setting,
And then a thought struck me,
"It won't go anywhere",
"It won't even start.",
Time laughed hysterically,
I walked back miserably.
You caught up with me,
Random talks,
A thing I am unpopular for,
Spontaneity was never my thing,
But I gathered all my wits,
Talked cleverly,
You repeated,
And did the finger things for quoting,
I feared this was the last time I saw you smile,
But, I was happy for myself.
I usually don't get to know ,
Which "Goodbyes" are last "Goodbyes",
I set hopes of next meeting aside,
And made it worth it,
I looked at you,
With the most keen eyes,
Because, I knew this would be the freshest memory,
Of yours,
The one that would be first to flash,
Whenever I get to hear your name.
Your peculiar 3 syllable name,
The one I never get to know,
What it means.