Who is She?

As i start with yet another verse

I realise the importance to rehearse

But then I feel how inappropriate it would be

To manipulate my feelings as I start this story.

My story has me and my story has her

No flash of lightning, no rattling peal of thunder

I write with no grief in mind, no salt no heat

For her for whom my heart skips a beat.

I met her very late, later than him

I dont know why i was so late to swim

But this life of ours shows so many turns

To reach her i didnt have to make too many runs.

We met first and then we met again

Those walks never got over, nor did those lanes

And even as we parted after every journey together

That craving for the next never changed the weather.

I remember her running back at the stroke of midnight

As i would still stand firm and bright

Waiting for her to just turn once, for that smile so fair

This man always awaited her last bright stare.

As days grew shorter and her smile got brighter

This relationship we shared grew even more stronger

I loved to write and talk about her

Even though irritating mosquitoes continued to bother.

Life was good with little to grieve

Until the mountain of sorrow made it hard to believe

I stooped and stuttered, faltered and uttered

This time this destiny of mine could not be buttered.

Now and again she came to my rescue

As she set the path for another cue

She made me and did well to shape me

And how could i forget how much she loved me.

But as every story comes to an end

My life decided to follow this general trend.

She was leaving and going far away

But promised to never keep away.

I stood by the shore watching her go

That smile on her face now had a watery glow

The lights grew dim and our faces more grim

To her sail i so wanted to swim.

She had to go so why that feeling then

That lump in my throat came back again

I saw her go with that smile so fair

This man yet awaits that last bright stare.

- For her I don't know whom :)