The Loon and the Light

By Arkajit Chakraborty

I met her on a sunny day, a day so silent and subtle.
Her eyes met mine in the hallway; it was calm and feeble.
The glow of her presence said something so real.
I couldn't quite figure out if I was worthy of the trouble.

But the story did begin on a quite sleepy afternoon.
The yes echoed so much in my head that I felt like I was on the moon.
It was a fest of emotions, emotions that made us swoon.
But I, in my own way, was only just a loon.

I looked into her eyes and forgot all the dreads.
I forgot; inside this happiest man, there's still some darkness left.
A darkness that glowed, more than the light, darkness that shades the best.
A step away from the reality, and the darkness engulfs the rest.

Now all that remains is a shadow of her glow, an aura so undeniably the best.
I look at that shadow, with awe and amazement, and lose myself in the haze.
I wish to meet her on a sunny day again, a day so silent and subtle.
I hope that day brings me to her and makes me again worthy of the trouble.