The Gift of Destiny

I hold her hands in my dream and try to pull her in the entity,

But it never happened before,

that dream turned into the reality.

The story is written marvelously,

She came in my life magically.

Same face, same height, same voice too.

I couldn't believe on my eyes;

Is it real or a beautiful deceit ?

She became my hope, my ray of light,

She was my crush, My novel's pride.

I sketched her as the heroine of the play,

I never know that my character would turn into my crush and then she would turn into the most miraculous memory of my life.

She filled my emptiness with the delicacy of her soul.

Our story turned into a fairy tale,

I became her prince and she became my princess.

One day she accidentally crossed my way,

I became a statue when i spotted her beauty in real.

My heart skipped certain beats and I came to know, she is the girl whom I crafted like a poetry.

I confessed my love to her with my eyes.

They didn't want to blink for a second

otherwise, They'll lose a frame of the beautiful moment in my existence.

They start stitching the first chapter of my love,

After some moments, I realized that a cute lady just passed by.

They created a mirage of her and my heart thought it was real.

My intuitions, murmured “She'll come again ”.

I was waiting on her college gate,

The trees on the side of the road looked elegant, they spreads the fragrance of love in the air.

When she came, she was alone

I thank the destiny to gave me a chance.

I asked her “Can I walk with you till you reached your destination ”.

I talked to her with my heart fulfilled with love.

She was carrying an aura of joy around her.

The drum of my heart started overflowing with desires of Love.

She sensed it with the redness of my cheeks.

You couldn't believe me, we didn't exchange a single word in the whole journey from her college to the bus.

But we converse the word till seven ages from heart-to-heart.

I pull out the novel from my bag and I proposed her in my way.

I asked her “would you like to replace Janet with yourself in my written story”.

She seized the book with her hands with no emotion on her face,

She reads the story with her soft petal like lips

and let herself to fill her heart with my fancy tale.

She expressed her pleasure with the pleasant words, my ear want to hear.

She gave me a sweet heart attack by saying “I can't replace Janet from your story”.

And then she blushed and whispered

“ I am the Janet, the princess of my Prince's story ”.