Cafe

Wondering at the lightning in shades of dismay

Will you ever find her a day?

What if these thoughts are a mere delusion

and that she was'nt born to date. 

For this poem sake let us go on,

and consider she is amongst us here on.

Sitting beside in this very cafe,

reading a book with no acknowledgement of you at all

 Should one stand up to address her

or continue on the coffee sitting here,

Feeling as though you were born a second ago,

with childish fear of the past you can’t seem to let go.

 You wait and wait but time seems a still

and the lunch break nears an end,

But you continue to gaze at the beautiful soul

with an illusion your desk and work can wait.

 Now one knows not the truth of life

or post this moment if you’ll seek her anymore,

Or if this magic that lifts your soul

would happen this once or ever again 

Her hair at length falls down upon

and eyes that look up with no question at all,

You hope and hope for that glance of love

to look into you and smile just once...

As you stepped out that door together

the eyes met and acknowledged the other,

Before you turned and part seperate ways

for a moment she did make magic come real.

And perhaps you shall never meet again

But one is now sure that the hope of her

will never be 'Unreal'.

Subharthi Guha

23_10_2012