Shruti64

A MEMORY IN THE MIRROR

In the class

not focusing and just staring the glass,

because a reflection is there,

about which I care.

 

In this mob only this reflection sparks

I noticed the eyes which are dark,

as addictive as inviting.

 

It is too late to conceal,

feelings like a storm-hard to cease

this is just a reflection 

turning into attraction.

An attraction-hard to resist

your image in my brain-always persist.

 

With you I want a never ending talk

besides you a walk.

 

Suddenly I was interrupted 

\"What are you doing?\" a voice said

I looked there,I was distracted 

the selection is not there anymore

\"wish I could see that again\" my heart said.