The Silhouette Lady

As the hot cafe was sniffing

In the cold air, 

I was lost in the dreaming 

Eyes of the rays.

The guitar was dangling on the 

Walls of modern cafe shop.

Where wifi remained the beats of the 

Fast-paced life.

The rain was flattering the 

Isolated plants thriving the city life.

As Illiaya Raja's melody played 

Occasionally in the AR era 

It reminds her of when I started living 

The moment.

The contour of the matron near the 

Artificially crafted window, in her 

Self-time with paul-cohelo.

It reminds me of her, uniqueness

In the replicas of existence.

Beautiful eyes, mesmerizing voice,

Strands of the curled hair 

Covering her face.

She stood in front of me, in her robe.

It reminds me of her bravery, 

As I was whining during the first 

Day of my schooling.

The words were fallen,  

When I never realize what it was,

An emotion was buried 

When I couldn't decipher.

As the cinematic era crafted affection 

In the child psyches.

It reminds her, of my premature 

Utopian dreams.

Life started in an ambition, 

Where I acknowledged, 

I interfered from her, in lineage.

Tenure ratified, our outfits shifted.

With uniform uniting us, through 

Schooling but not through

The philosophy of existence.

It reminds her, 

That she is out of my reach 

In cataloged society.

The sensation shifted, accessories 

Transformed. Pedagogy amended, 

The destiny shifted.

But feelings for her remained concealed.

It reminds her, as she dwelled within me.

Time flew by, the latitude traversed,

The camaraderie scattered.

We were, united by technology, 

But not by the soul.

Where she saw me as a mate, 

And I saw her as more than a crush.

The emotions got intensified 

As a teenager.

Where certainty cued me, 

It reminds her, 

As dreams pertained to me.

The moment persisted, she 

Remains gorgeous, and elegance as we 

Climbed the ladder of maturity.

The sparse memories existed in

My monopolize presence.

Where I need to abide by feelings that 

It reminds her, with lack of my 

Courage to encounter a relation.

As the harsh reality gave me the blow 

When she painted her virtual wall 

With her special life occasion.

Making my surmise, she never 

Belonged to me even in trances.

It reminds her, that how fragile my 

Vision was.

Decades passed, as gray strands 

Were confronted she faded in the 

Thin shade confronting my survival 

And responsibilities.

As the breath of cafe was losing 

The aroma the last sip strutted 

In the expensive branded mug.

The silhouette lady departed, 

As I finish the cold cafe 

In recall of her.