Turnaround

I saw you first in that frenzy way

And I was sure, in my heart you’ll stay

I wished on spot that my love was found

But fear I felt, would you ever turnaround

For those fractions of seconds

             When you once glanced at me

I felt your eyes would stick

             Daring all norms for as they be

You didn’t realize my love

             And preferred to turn away

But that didn’t happen for long

             As you again fell in my way

And this time as I wished

             We had a direct eye-contact

A chance to share those pensive moments

             And a chance to interact

But you break my heart

             Only to walk away

And I kept staring at you

             With a humble request to stay

Then all of a sudden you stopped walking

My breath ceasing and my heart started rushing

And then I was sure that my love was found

You fell in my arms, the moment you turnaround

Did you say something?

Your eyes would speak

             This I felt for a while

The lips are silent

             But not for a smile

The words would flow

             Like a rhythm divine

Though you keep the silence

             But I know you’re mine

The first glimpse of yours

             Piercing my lonely heart

We are looking at each other

             Is this the end or the start?

We share that glance

             Till the norms allow us to do

Till the end is just the beginning

             In this world for me and you

In the labyrinth of this dilemma

             We greet a simple ‘hello’

Inaudible is the sound

             But the depth isn’t shallow

We keep looking into each other’s eyes

             And the words became so tempting

Bound to ask you the first question

             Did you actually say something?

Genial daughter

They all may be pleasing

             And they all may be servile

But none stands firm in front of those looks

             In front of that genial daughter smile

To greet me a ‘hi’ in front of her dad

             Being the most challenging act

And she does it with perfection

             With an utmost tact

Those waving of her fingers

             And a subtle movement of her lips

Tries to steal from her dad’s eye

             With those orthodox flips

But she is one of those rarest daughters

             Who doesn’t change her attitude

Even when her dad is absent

             She maintains her rectitude

Her decency being her greatest asset

             She speaks so less, that I know

Even if she desires to talk to me

             Her words are no more than ‘yes’ or ‘no’

Those are the reasons

Why every dad will feel proud

             As I also pray to God, no matter

To grant me a wish which I desire

             And bestow me with a Genial daughter