Enigmatic

By Alisha Mahajan

Intrigued with his intellect and calm demeanour,

Chivalry might not be dead after all;

Intense feelings weighing down heavily on my chest,

For even the slightest bit of trigger catapults my heart afar.

It’s difficult not to wander off into paradise in those brooding eyes,

Cascading locks of silk flowing down into an abyss of mystery;

Sculpted to perfection, unaware of his impact,

With his jaw chiselling through my sanity.

Introverted with a strong aura, sounds like my type,

Hides behind a dominant front unwilling to unmask his true presence;

His persona sends me running to safety behind a cold armour,

My heart isn’t equipped for the bullet he might send this way.

Freckles scattered across like the specks of anticipation,

The mere curling of his lips sends shivers down my spine;

His eyes are like that of a melancholic void,

Dopamine hits from every interaction, withdrawal hits a bitter chord.

By Alisha Mahajan