Hand in Hand

The starry night blinked with light,
beats on the dance floor blurring my eyes.
I drank in excess, thus the state of sublime.
I was jumping and laughing,
as if it was the last night of my life.
I saw him, coming towards me and I held my breath.
Wondering would he lean in?
He held my hand and we sat down somewhere in the midst of nowhere,
but I liked it with him.
We did not move,
just stayed there;
hand in hand.

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“How We First Met” Series

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Let’s reminisce the time when you first met the one

She was lying down on the grass,
looking at the sky with passing clouds.
She looked at one which looked like the tears from a mother’s eye,
the one of happiness which she shed when her baby first time cried.
Then, next looked like a guy with mustache;
like a Tamil superstar with two guns and cowboy hat.
Next were like her friends, the one who were short and big nerd specs.
And in line were the couples,
hand in hand, eyes locking with eyes,
staring at the naked souls with deep love that cannot be defined.
She drifted to sleep in the cozy cold air,
when she dreamed of the people who taught her love,
compassion and empathy.

This February, let’s celebrate friendship, love and happiness.
I’ll be sharing stories of individuals and the unique way of destiny playing its role in their first meeting.
PS: Don’t forget to tell me about how you first met the one who means the most to you.
Mom and I
Work Friends
YOLO 21
Mathematics
Man and Wife
Chemistry