The Incomplete StoryA Poem by Vishal SinghWords were not spoken, could not be spoken, and stayed as memories, but incomplete,She
walked by my seat, My
heart skipped a beat, And
eyes from the laptop screen, turned to look up, She
waved back her hair, And
tied them up with up care, Ouch,
Distracted I put my fingers, into the coffee cup. Chuckling,
as she walked to her cubicle, She
gave a look back, to meet my eyes, Those
shimmering pair of arrows, pierced my heart, As
if hurled from nowhere, by Cupid in disguise. She
came to work, in the morning at nine, And
sat two rows ahead of mine, Then
to prove, the fact, that men will be men, Began
my peeping at her desk, every now and then. She
crossed, she looked, smiled sometimes, It
stayed like this, the moments beautiful, We
even crashed into each other, but never spoke, Coz
silence was the moment, silence was beautiful. Has
been a while now, a new seat I have got, Silence
is there, but the moment is not, Still,
when I walk by, the old place of mine, Her
seat is there, but empty, even after nine. © 2018 Vishal SinghReviews
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