Mysterious Lady

Mysterious Lady long poem

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It was like a lightening striking me
and blinding me for a while when I
first saw her approaching me

Her electric presence was like impending
pearl, like rain drops amidst her surroundings

I dreamt of being with her in our own
romantic and colourful virtual world

Hugging her as if it is a chilly winter
kissing her, feeling a romantic spring
distancing her, as if it is a hot summer

Surviving without her was certainly impossible

I have become a Broker of her dreams
I will surely pay her the instalments due to her
I am like a reporter monitoring her heartbeats

I fail to talk with her when she is around
I apologise for making her dance to my tunes
I am a sinner that she knows but she wants me to do more sins
I am on debt having stolen her heart
I am a criminal having pierced her eyes and stealing her glances
I can’t share my agony with her but would certainly share my Ecstasy

Tell me who better else can be made for her than me ?

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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