Love Bud

It was a winter morning, last November I recall my journey from my treasured frames of amasses, titters and acts. She was in an intermediate between red and blue and her eyes pored out from all realisms with a smile unnoticed on her face Yet she burst forth with glory of her own platonisms. Who so ever knew what she was questioning But the forbearance that glistered My heart answered for once She wants to be the female monarch of her own world. It was my keen ballet from core of my heart her arrival was greeted with a rousing fanfare I ruminated my own euphony whether I'm being enamored or was it a desire. I arrogated myself for a rime to perorate I expected somehow to discover a woman who would love me and embellished some oneirisms in my heart A feeling that I was afraid of but then it seemed like am living for once. Note: Dedicated to my Love, Piyali Shome