#My_First_Crush

The immunity of my writing is ceased ,

The half clear memory of her face comes forward

And

The writing becomes awkward.

Though

I pain myself,

Giving a stressful bang on my head,

To sketch her full image,

Which

I fail in every attempt

I led .

She was in a hasty mood ,

To get lost,

Get lost and

Spread the darkness in my eyes,

Then leave with an opaque image

With no clear vision.

I wish,

I could meet her once ,

Once again somewhere in the woods,

Dressed in red

Wearing a hood .

Sitting at a corner ,

Learning her every movements ,

Also watching  her eyes,

I found myself in elysium .

Her eyes had a significant charm ,

Looked as if

A blue island mesmerized in white ocean.

Maybe my judgement is naive,

For in her eyes ,

I could see a flame,

In fact a burning flame to get rid of solitude,

Whispered in a voice of radiation through eyes.

Her eyes kissed the glory of world .

For me she was an angel ,

Made with sculptor

nicely  painted by the god

with the colors of water .

Every drop was perfectly poised.

Even the evaporation of a drop

Could ruin her whole existence.

I never

Never believed in crush

Never believed "love at first sight"

Until she unleashed it

With

The charm depressed

In the core of her eyes.

She was gone,

But

Still today

I can feel

Feel the essence of her presence

When she is near.

And a wish

To meet in woods,

Dressed in red,

Wearing a hood

Will always be enchanted

Till my beat goes on

and on ....