Nostalgia?

Thanks to the cleaning going on at home, I came across some old diaries that were scattered here & there. One of them was a book in which I wrote my 'poetry'.

Yes! Poetry! Something I wrote with my own imagination :D I wrote something on the same lines when I was in 10th Std, but its too childish to put up here.

Not that this is very great - this is funny too, but I still like it somehow. Its, after all, my work :D

And I grandly titled it - MAN OF MY DREAMS - PART 2. I had written the 1st part in my 10th Std, you see.

Anyways, here goes it. And yes - no snickering at it - ok? These are some honest & pure feelings of a college-going teenaged girl :P 

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I saw him there

Standing on the bridge.

The sky was wet and

the rainbow showed its edge.

 

The breeze rushed across

Ruffling my hair

I saw him there

Standing in the weather fair.

 

His eyes were black

And persona intense.

He stood against and challenged

The wind that was tense.

 

My heart missed a beat

As I realised it was 'him'.

The sun peeped across smiling

As I fell in love with him.

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I should probably try waking up the writer in me for more serious work. Hmm!