Mystique is the word that enveloped him ,
His looks hastened me to atonement .
With his aura of aloofness chilling me to new depths —


Was he of superior breed ?
Those were the thoughts that seized me ;
Whenever, wherever he touched my mind.
This massiveness was there in his thoughts too ;


That’s what haunted my inner self .
In my exuberance I tried to estimate his hopes and aspirations ;
But he excited me t he utmost with his hard-to-get attitude.
I oomphed at him from one end of a never-ending lane ,


Described him to all my known-outs .
I pinched myself, was he a dream or a reality ?
I still don’t know , for I still dream of him .
Him, the man who charmed me to depths .

Ria Rose

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