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Accidentally in Love

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Accidentally in Love


Young and Cherished;
Beaming with life;
I walked down the boulevard street

The wind aint blowing
The clouds ain't thundering
The skies ain't pouring
The flashes ain't rattling
Cliches in the movies
I checked them twice
None were happening..

I was jumping and throttling
Whistling down the street
Fresh air blowing
Kissing my cheeks..
The feeling it gave
So fresh and refreshing

The leaves once on trees;
Were on the road;
Lying pale as yellow
A car passed by;
and I watched as
The leaves ran all around

I was lost;
Walking in the lap of nature
BANG!!
All my ambiguity lost;
I collided into a...
A A A....
Speachless and Dumbfound
The a chatterbox I was;


I bumped into a girl;
A more of sorceress
Rather than just a simple girl
As a punishment for my mistake;
She stole my heart away;
At once instantly away;
Why it has to be the heart always?

Numb and intoxicated I had become;
strength all gone; Mind all lost
Nothing ever had i experienced
Like this much powerful before;
A magic for prolific;
Jammed all my senses away;

Gathered the strength;
Whatever i had;
In metaphorical shame and regret
I sprang back upon my feet;
No worries No worries
Was the first word she replied;
I reached out my hand;
To grab the only chance 
I could have had;


Can we be friends
So silly I must have sounded
Like all the desperates all around;
the destiny was planned by god;
and so was it
All going so well;
seemed All was planned
All was staged

Sure Sure!! came back the reply;
Nuttz I became
jumping like a colt
All over the place;

Lost and blank As I was
Accompanied her;
down the street;
where ever she walked;


No words No thoughts
Nothing on my mind
hypnotised and chained;
by the aroma that came;
barely i could respond

The clock tick tocked tick tocked
All i could wish was;
if the time did stopped;
But the journey I dreamt
was about to end;

And their I was
three blocks down the street
to the east was her lodging
reached her apartment
on the ground floor;
where I stopped;

Now face to face as she turned;
I saw her what a wizard she actually was;

Kohl Black eyes; Mockingly Beautiful
Dimple on her cheek; deeply mystical;
Her hairs; like a long chain strangled my soul;
Fingers so delicate yet so dexterily perfect;
She herself; looked like a replica of Galatia;

She wished me Adieus;
and my day was off;


Love it was;
finally struck me like
a bolt from the blue;
made me alive;
playful and jive;

It never felt so good;
So happy so cheerful;
It was relishly amazing and
All over the globe;
Now very much happening;
thats was what
All the fuss was about;

Love it was;
Like a stealthy deadly killer;
Grappled me;
Into its clutches of powerful paws;

It wasn't a game of brains or ribs;
Or of thrones;
Yet so thrilling; so exciting;
As it was;
Adrenaline was just pushing;
All through my guts and veins;

Love it was; Love it is;
So pure so calm
Yet so tormenting
So pleasing and energizing;
And so soothing;
Love it was Love it was;

Written/Composed by- Vishnu Mishra


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