Struggle

I wonder any description to this poem will ever be complete without hers.

I've seen you before,

I've watched you for long.

But never in my stalking 

did my heart trembled as I watched you walk atop.

Sombre was my rhythm melting,

when you swayed those swirls, 

those pretty black locks

Sitting like the authoritarian then,

now my audacity got shot.

I said I will throw a word in caution later.

Because I feared i might over bled with love 

If I struggled with your elegance a lil more, a lil too long,

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Too much for a pause I supposed

Coz even sitting a few metres in close 

felt like two islands thousand miles apart

Enough for the torture I mumbled

I rose to the Rose finally 

Daring the attempt I was waiting impatiently

'Greetings miss'

She stretched her smile for me

Struggling as it seemed to be 

disappointment of the night vividly reflecting

But of all the details I could remember

Be her exquisiteness or her  gracious smile 

I could never tell her overwhelming tears 

or her 'just let me go' moistened eyes.

But then again heaviness in the heart apart

Like the bloom of the cherries in the snowy sunshine

I came there only for her blossoming smile.

I broke in 'howdy', 

thinking I'd bring a lil life to that boring night

And then there she was

worn in Black upon her porcelain skin.

Glistening, Her honey deep eyes

 mascara adorned in gentle touch,

Her Cheeks in rapture saying just too much,

To Where the lips held  the gloss that even dews felt shy

In the attire no less like she's telling, 'I'm princess Sunshine'.

In awe, love-struck, struggling

He sank again into that bottomless hive...