Him

when such a simple word of 'him'

meant a person instead of a mere word

when i heard the word,

thoughts flew to only one being

someone whom I never thought

would be big in my life

that only a simple word of 'him'

that my brain pointed directly

to him.

t'was towards the end of February

when the sight fell onto a slender silhouette

tall and fair, dimpled and impressive

just like how I pictured, always

immediately I thought of whats necessary

needs of talks arises like some kind of debt

showing calm, without being expressive

as I followed stepping out of doorways

there he stood, slender as ever

with two others talks and laughs

embarrassingly I joined with full smiles

the two introduced while he listened

whats next something he remembers

became inside jokes, forever, perhaps

he knew me, in preventive styles

which he regretted as we envisioned

the first meeting was way before

eleventh January to be very precise

like a damsel i required assistance

he came to help, thus how we first met

since then i vowed to have more

just be acquaintance would be very suffice

now we're more, regardless of distance

best of friends, more like a duet

to tell the truth there's more on my side

his images flashes whenever i'm awake

warming at first, very annoying as now

as I randomly smells of his manly perfume

feelings if any, i held all of it inside

unsure of any, afraid to make mistake

but very sure it'll bring me to my doom

but once I would like to record

this is the first that had happened

when that perfume I smell I think of one

seeing any body which is slender or slim

immediately him my brain moved toward

or seeing anyone with similar fashioned

with the simple word above means none

other than the man referred to as him

unknowingly so,

his feelings if its the same

preferred to keep it a secret

though I am not sure it is anymore

thinking he knew as he seemed so carefree

of teasing as if it was a mutual feeling

twas annoying but was very welcoming

probably of my feelings

that my heart unknowingly longed

after all these time

if he was, for me, my very own 'him'

then my search is over

because together,

our hearts would be mended.

An Ode from a Longing Heart

As sun arises and vision start
Images of a silhouette appeared in dream
Bearing words and acts which rattle heart
All though in dream as much it seem

Illogical, say, as just awaken
Dream as none silhouette at near
The brain conjour he who has taken
Tucking string of heart that just now so clear

T'is an ode for one whom caught me surprise
Once so ordinary now whom cant be without
I show not my face let it all a disguise
Remained so until nothing is a doubt.