The whisk of a look that leads winds astray,
The stars within simply light my heart’s way
And while your tempest rages, all that I can do
Is clutch my heart and pray and try not fall for you.
It is in your walk, it is in your gait
It is in those times when I do nothing but wait
In hopes of seeing myself succumbing to your charm,
Tripping on your foot and grazing your arm…
I pull myself together and hope it is not true:
The fact that one can’t but fall for you.
It is in your laughter, it is in your eyes.
I’m young; you can’t tell me to not fantasize.
Sure, I’ll be quiet; I know the worldly ways,
But you can’t douse the fire burning in my gaze.
My boldness isn’t foolish, I know a trick or two
It’s more out of a choice to not fall for you.
What will the chaar log say (a thought I do not gather)
does come to haunt me, and cause occasional bother.
Oh screw it, for God’s sake; I seek forbidden pleasures.
They are not man’s alone; they are every devil’s treasures.
I have had what I wanted, and I will this time too;
I simply see no point in not falling for you.
– December 2013