Saw him!

By Medha Mishra

His face has a newness like the city after rain;

Eyes have a tint of dark grey clouds of monsoon;

And those dimples on his dusky cheeks make it hard to not drool over; Smells like wet soil and maybe a little more like coffee; Smile is hard to get but his lips do curl up a little from time to time; But when he laughs it’s like a toddler getting a candy; He is more of a listener, maybe because I speak a lot; Is a hulk until his heart melts into as fragile as a butterfly; And he sings maybe because I like to dance.

Is tall, wonder if I will be listening to his heartbeat with every hug; Those arms are wide enough to trap me in;

And that lap would make a perfect seat for me.

Those lips must be good at much more than just communicate; And he must know what he does when he rolls his sleeve up. His hairs are just a little less tangled than mine;

And I think two curly heads would make a cute pair.

By Medha Mishra