The moment, when I saw you-
Reading your novel beside the window..
The moment when I walked knowing there\'s no place i wanna go, when I saw you....
Sitting with your curly hair moving on your face,
I could smell the aroma of your hair,
Just my intuitions making a maze...
I walked like It\'s the last day...
With no expectations holding me close,
No pains, no works, no worries,
Just a blank mind, a notebook and a rose.
There was a hillside I used to sit,
Sketching something or writing some lines.
The sun holding a low lit-
that day, it looked so dull.
The ruction felt distant...
There was a bird,
Lazy like me, cooing...
I wish of something to start,
But just had-
some \"feelings\" apart...
The notebook stayed open, blank-
The pencil stayed blunt, so were my nerves.
That window, your window...
I couldn’t stop but look at you.