One night walking on a lonely garden pavement,
A sweet song distracted my destination,
I saw a lady sitting right beneath the moon,
Appearing to be the only one doing good to the corrupt human nation…
The outer robe of skin,
Hid her heart of gold,
Beholding the violin in the most elegant way,
She appeared to be the mermaid from the legends yet to be told….
She saw me from her side vision,
And my eyes saw a smile behind those lovely curls,
Quietly pushing away one of the locks,
She stirred inside my heart the emotional whirls….
She politely demanded the knowledge of my intention,
Voice so humble that even the stones would melt,
Now i realise how awkward it would have been,
To stare at her blankly and not speak out what i actually felt….
Seeing me quiet like a statue,
Her sweet smile turned into an intriguing grin,
I still don’t understand why i blushed that time,
After all love at first sight could not be a sin….
After a while she began with her chorus again,
A new song she chose this time with a more romantic theme,
And i knew i could not hold it anymore,
She was the one i saw in my dreams….
Knowing what was going in my mind,
She asked me to come close,
She asked me to listen to her songs,
And it was the first time when i could not decide that whether “yes” or “no” she chose….
Hours passed like the generations of a family,
And i kept falling deeper in the sea of her voice,
Then suddenly she stood up and rushed away,
I guess it was her first ever intimate interaction with boys…
My heart skipped a beat ,
As i realised i might lose her forever,
The guilt stricken conscience reprimanded me,
and my feet began to shiver…
she saw me shaken and came back,
Her face not worried anymore,
She gave me a tiny paper and rushed away in the darkness,
Leaving me like a fish out of sea lying on the shore….
Mind said to open the paper,
But the content was too much for the heart to swallow,
Shaking fingers were too troubled,
Not able to decide whose orders to follow…
In the end decision made was to die rather than live painfully,
With her ignorant expression i knew i had a heart of paper she tore,
The fingers at last unfolded the crumpled paper,
And it was her phone number the paper wore….