The Girl I Met on 9th Of April

I met her on a regular day,

9th of April, when sun still being shy,

she has nothing to be called as special,

but something pierces into me, seeing her eyes.

We talked about things that didn't matter,

the weather, the road and the way time flies,

she spoke in the words of calm,

the peace that you always don't realize.

She laughed for nothing particular,

but the laugh felt it belonged,

not too loud, not too soft - just there,

like a familiar comfort song, caressing you.

We never talked to meet again,

as she smiled and walked down the aisle,

now, even on quiet days,

I think of her, once in a while.

- Rohan