Ferris Wheel

By GV Ashmitha

Two hundred metres from ground,

Bathed by the midnight stars

And washed by the serene breeze,

The Ferris wheel had stopped.

I relax, hanging midair.

My papa had told me

The highest point in the Ferris wheel 

Is where you wish upon a star

And it would come true.

So I close my eyes

And the other pair appears

Desperate and puppy-like

The face of the man 

Whose smile reaches his eyes 

Everytime he sees me,

Whose jokes heal my inner child,

Whose voice rings nonstop in my ears.

I forget how to forget

When it comes to forgetting him.

The sanity of my brain

Surrenders into the insanity of the situation.

Next time I see him,

I want to thrash my fists into his face,

So I can forget, not fall in love.

Insane, I thought bitterly.

The Ferris wheel jerks into motion

And so does my heart into life 

As that pair of eyes

Stands waiting at the foot, 

Of the Ferris wheel.

Looking up at me.

By GV Ashmitha