Not until date has there been anything/anyone that has left within me a humongous urge to write as this being. This personification of charm, at its apogee. The fervent yearning to write in a matter of 2 seconds.
As you moved your head towards, as those freckled muscles helped you squint your eye. A droll thought filled squint, as a punctuation to your wit that engulfs me. The wit, ever so exemplary that I am dazed, without an ounce of doubt. Your next moment, is you turning away, gracefully. The freckled muscles now helping you with the smile. The smile; as though all these preceding gestures weren't enough to work the trick.
Do you understand the profundity of your nuances in these few seconds?
Do you understand how hapless I feel in not accumulating the right description to do justice to what I saw?
Do you understand the unavailing urge of mine to master every language possible, for at least then, I could pick the right words for your charm?
Your charm.
Charm.
I am here questioning if this word is on par with you.
To your irrefutable thoughts, gaze, gestures & nuances.
Engulfing me.
Leaving me hapless but to write.
So much so that, I gave upon admiring the moon for you: to describe you, to seal that moments in words, to celebrate that moment you gave to the world.
This isn't fair. This enormity of admiration when I don't even know you.
And yet, I surrender.
I write.
I keep this moment of yours.
© Deekshita
( still engulfed in the moment, died a million deaths of admiration in the charm and so much more)
21:22
As you moved your head towards, as those freckled muscles helped you squint your eye. A droll thought filled squint, as a punctuation to your wit that engulfs me. The wit, ever so exemplary that I am dazed, without an ounce of doubt. Your next moment, is you turning away, gracefully. The freckled muscles now helping you with the smile. The smile; as though all these preceding gestures weren't enough to work the trick.
Do you understand the profundity of your nuances in these few seconds?
Do you understand how hapless I feel in not accumulating the right description to do justice to what I saw?
Do you understand the unavailing urge of mine to master every language possible, for at least then, I could pick the right words for your charm?
Your charm.
Charm.
I am here questioning if this word is on par with you.
To your irrefutable thoughts, gaze, gestures & nuances.
Engulfing me.
Leaving me hapless but to write.
So much so that, I gave upon admiring the moon for you: to describe you, to seal that moments in words, to celebrate that moment you gave to the world.
This isn't fair. This enormity of admiration when I don't even know you.
And yet, I surrender.
I write.
I keep this moment of yours.
© Deekshita
( still engulfed in the moment, died a million deaths of admiration in the charm and so much more)
21:22