I was in the hallway...
It was long with people everywhere..
There were doors here and there..
Nothing bothered me until,
Something..rather someone knocked me down..
She kept apologising
But I didn't hear a syllable that left her mouth..
For I was so captivated by her looks...
That day I decided that I want her in my life..
For days after that...
I delibeartely crossed paths with her..
Made small talks with her..
Became her friend..
The more we talked, the more I learnt..
She was so lively..
She found happiness in almost everything..
She respected life in any form..
She gave off the vibe of happiness..
She made sure she was always there for people..
She was never scared to do the right..
We talked so much that she considers me her bestfriend..
We go out together as friends...
I also realised one thing that...
I no more want her in my life..
But I needed her..
She was the becon of hope...
Her eyes always held that..
Her eyes also held mystery..
Everytime I saw those eyes..
There was always something more..
There was always a fear
And some sort of turmoil..
But I always had one question at the back of my head..
How could she always be so happy?
I wanted to ask her...and I did..
And with a smile she said -
"No matter how beautiful
Wordsworth described the Solitary Reaper
She still sang the melancholy"
I didn't understand back then..
But when I understood
She was long gone...
