We met in a coffee shop.you and i,admist the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of conversations.you were typing away on your laptop,and i was lost in the pages of a book.our eyes met,and it was like the world came to a standstill.
The barista called out your name,breaking the spell you smiled gathering your things and I found myself wanting to know more. "Mind if I join you"? I asked noding to the empty chair. You look up surprised but nodded. as we sipped our coffee our conversation flood like the rich liquid in our cups. We talk about books music and dreams. you mentioned bonding to write a poem about a crying beauty and I was intrigued.
Your eyes lit up as you spoke about the poem it's about finding beauty in vulnerable. you set your voice barely about a whisper the tears the imperfections that there what makes human I was captivated. As we tell did deeper the coffee shop entered and the barrister started packing up last call she said with a smile we linked reluctant to leave until you gland set your watch oh I lost the track of time you suggested to walk and I agreed. The evening air was crust filled with the send of blooming flower. We strolled through the colded street. our food steps in sink the city was alive yet people like it was our own private world.as i woked you started receiving lines from your point your voice was like musical and beautiful. I listen enhaled feeling the worlds come alive. Suddenly you stopped Vineet a straight lamp and look the at me the light dance the in your eyes and for a moment times stood still. I linked in my heart rising and whispered you are a true poet.. our faces where in this apart the city fading into the background. you smile a hind of shyness and a new 'I wanted to kiss you'. But instead I asked want to write together? A poem just for tonight? Our eyes sparkled and you noded. We found a quiet spot on a nearby bench and the word flowed. We wrote of beauty tears and the magic of that night the poem unfold like a map to our soules. As we finished you turned to me and set its perfect what now?
Our lips match the under Street lamp the poem forgotten on the bench, the kiss of like the poem raw beautiful and the fleeting the city came alive around us but we were lost in the moment as we pulled away breathless you smile and whispered,'this feels like a dream'. I smile back knowing exactly what you mean the story could go anywhere now but that's where you did like it to go...