My Certain Someone

My Certain Someone



I felt an incessant attracting mysterious presence of someone rare..

I went far and wide in the dark to recapitulate that endearing flare

Black locks red dress bare foot I run bewildered in an omnipresent smell

This was an immemorial dream, a vision I bestowed and just then down i fell.

The pain was real no more. My big brown eyes searching for an inexplicable fume

Footsteps were piercing to shake ear drums blindly followed as it seemed calm as a due.

Sprouts of red appeared in the flickering candle light, clutching my foot in a ruthless gel.

Grounds bore a mark of a penetrating by some unknown feet, and embraced an instantaneous feel.



Rays hit my forehead and his glares, Glued to the vision of a horrifying sound

Imaginations of one unimaginable dream, Seemed 2 defy realities from its ground

I looked to the depths of his soul through eyes, Revoked me, he was innocent

Lost in a magical trance, I failed to deem, he was dishonest

Finger tips removed the scattered fringes, touched the brow and dropped down

He took my hand and I gloomed him ‘til the mesmerising magnetic mist was broken

We ran from the horrid abode, when he clutched the pillion of the cinnamon coloured horse

Bent down and asked for my palm, in awe with the exquisite enchanted sensations I clutched his

Chest across



We crossed the highways, raced the rivers vaulted the valley, and reached an archaic tottered

Home

Spent the night in the magnificence of melting wax, walked out in the ghastly appearance of foams

Slept in my castle in Thar’s sand dunes, leaving behind a deep-rooted past

Realising those eyes which appeared in my dreams, are in reality, Seems quite fast

Sun‘s dusk waved soon and I was astonished to find him the same in my arms

Night grew stronger moonlight shone brighter and we were held speechless for hours

And just then a man came-riding, riding, riding

The place was new as no 1 knew, astonished he grew up standing



The man announced. Your death is embarked by the destiny

Come down u shall be on your death bed which lies in its grave wintery

Whose anonymous blokes are you?

Marching, marching, marching – came the archaic troops

I stood still, he strides below I am see him vanishing forever more

I agitate to stop. Heed my word-oh! You

Again,

Sprouts of red appeared in the flickering candle light, clutching my foot in a ruthless gel.

Grounds bore a mark of My Certain Someone, and stillness, Is all I feel