NEWTON'S CRADLE BALL
A girl, as weightless as a pollen in the air,
tripped over the cobblestoned pathway,
I went in front of her and kneeled
to tie her shoelaces that are made of colors
that are splendid, and as I ended,
time suddenly becomes suspended.
With all the doubts I have,
the frozen momentum reminds me
that I am capable of falling in love.
As I walk away from the
cobblestoned pathway,
I just looked back at her as she
takes my breath away.
A series of thump,
swinging, swinging and swinging,
a thump that as weightless as her hair,
makes my heart lose its syntax and flare,
With all the distorted logic and algorithm,
this thumping and swinging heart
is now dancing on an irregular rhythm.
This reminds me of Newton's cradle ball.
That each object that is affected
by the gravity is bound to fall.
And that gravity is none other than love
---a force that grips.
She tried to resist it, and she tripped.
Yet, I went in front of her, kneeled---
and tied her shoelaces again.
