When A Soul Met Other...

When a Soul met Other.

With a worried mind and eyes dim,

Maiden, willy-nilly she met him.

Marvelously, to her surprise

His dazzling smile broke the ice.

Presuming extra assistance,

He started what and how.

With ears numb, and lips dumb,

She murmured just 'Wow'.

He was warning her,

To be sincere and punctual.

She got busy analyzing

The frequency of his intellectual.

He was a bit reluctant to speak.

Whenever he, she reached the peak.

He being momentous of vocation

And she, weak at her emotion. 

She’d love to share

Whatever she got there.

He would formally respond.

For him, she was nowhere.

Mostly though courteous,

Overburdened by work

Sometimes, he’d shout on her

For she wouldn't mind ever.

One never knows where

The woman's heart would lie.

Sometimes on gold or diamond

Sometimes just on a butterfly.

Gazing his radiant smile,

Dreaming of him every while.

Her endless imaginations

Streamed like the Nile.

She felt, never been 

Counted by him ever.

Nesciently he began

Floating in colours of her.

Magnetically he was

Attracting her soul.

Neither had she, an idea

Nor his own foul.

It's pretty queer, 

If hurt, she burst in tears.

And laughing loudly 

His eyes blear.

Neither in fond of his looks,

Nor in lust of his body

She was an altruistic entity,

Dying over his simplicity.

Irresistible she, kept

Thinking of him madly.

And her decade dead

Desires turned deadly.

He seemed her a butterfly

Who’d set her heart high

Afraid of flying, to touch

She would never try.

He was the light, he was the night

A 'Ray' to pull her out of the plight.

He was the inner deep pain

Uniting, ‘The Scattered Her’, again.

An accidental touch of him,

Aroused her intimate whim

For that matter, her soul

Already with his, did swim.

Eventually, they started

Meeting behind cell screen.

Her joy was boundless

Having a mate, her life within.

Arisen a will to have him

Alone, in her desperate mind.

She urged, prayed, bargained,

Time for her, he would find.

Dreamt of her hand, he’d hold

He’d born, from the distinct mould.

She was beyond every threshold

Alas, He, the man of limits unfold.

To his mercy, a fine noon

He knocked on her door.

Jumping in joy, she

Almost fell on the floor.

Six feet and an inch

Was right in front of her

Overwhelmed, she caught

In the door, a finger or more.

It’s like an ardent devotee,

Mapping a rout to temple

Almighty reveals at home

Astonishing her to crumble.

Fasten was her breath,

Mind wrapped in a wreath

She served a cup of tea.

And thanked for the fulfilled plea.

He disappeared suddenly

The way he'd come.

Leaving her flattered,

As after having rum.

She felt around, like

Jasmine had shower.

For he had gifted her

The happiest hour.

Her body breathed,

In the fragrance of him

Her soul danced,

In a rhythm of him.

Weaving a beautiful poem 

Of two lives, She was the one

To scratch down or make an epic

To decide, it was his turn.

He walked away

With his soul behind.

To meet the one

made him truly unwind

A soul met other,

at such a stage of age

Where every dream,

Seemed to be a mirage.