The Incomplete Story

Words were not spoken, could not be spoken, and stayed as memories, but incomplete,

She walked by my seat,

My heart skipped a beat,

And eyes from the laptop screen, turned to look up,

She waved back her hair,

And tied them up with up care,

Ouch, Distracted I put my fingers, into the coffee cup.

Chuckling, as she walked to her cubicle,

She gave a look back, to meet my eyes,

Those shimmering pair of arrows, pierced my heart,

As if hurled from nowhere, by Cupid in disguise.

She came to work, in the morning at nine,

And sat two rows ahead of mine,

Then to prove, the fact, that men will be men,

Began my peeping at her desk, every now and then.

She crossed, she looked, smiled sometimes,

It stayed like this, the moments beautiful,

We even crashed into each other, but never spoke,

Coz silence was the moment, silence was beautiful.

Has been a while now, a new seat I have got,

Silence is there, but the moment is not,

Still, when I walk by, the old place of mine,

Her seat is there, but empty, even after nine.

Reviews

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Oh...man! Wish that the silence was broke and never you had to pass by your old place and from where she used to give her glance....sometimes incomplete is better than complete.....who knows the complete will be soothing and mesmerising....maybe the complete can hurt also!
Nice read😊

[Vishal Singh]

haha,
loved all your reviews yaar.
thank u sooo much.

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Swagatam😊