The Crush

Have been meaning to talk since eyes were laid,

And have been speaking more than mouth would’ve said.

Was it the static, shock or electric jolt

That your views made the moments halt.

 

Call it a rough day, bad day or mayhem,

A simple eye contact knocks it out with ram.

Call it a good day, pleasant day or harmony,

Your presence makes it stormy to day-sunny ­.         

 

A feeling so pure, so beautiful, so adorable,

A feeling so non-hurting, non-paining and easily curable.

A feeling so strong that helps you build wonders and reach stars,

A feeling so light that makes you float till the Mars.

 

It is you who rises my day, and gives peace at night,

It is you who owns my bay, and who gives me mightier might.

A crush so energetic, so powerful, so herculean,

That it is only you in all these billion!