drop of midnight bloom

The warmth and serenade of your presence,
Those nonchalant glances emerging like hyacinth bloom
The presence of you and me in a room full of youthful
zest and fervor.
Your unruly demeanor so carefully harmonized.

I would eternally live with the beauty of  our
occasional glimpses.
Therein, lies the beauty of some relationships
terribly unfulfilled, lingering in moments.

I could never allow my tirades of emotions,
get hold of me and risk anything between us.
I would rather part ways with you..
exchanging glances being strangers of the night.

karki smriti