Stardust

that passionate first kiss 

exploded almost a thousand 

stars in her empty sky 

enough to make her swirl and twirl 

in that shower of stardust

That first-ever date

he walked her to the foot of the railway bridge. for them, they were the only people amidst the bustling crowd. the sticky summer heat made him tie his long, thick curly tresses into a pony. he looked all the more cute to her with his chin dimple prominent and few curly strands falling on his cheek.

she was truly happy to have had spent some time with him; it was a date with her teenage crush she had only dreamt of.

she leaned in a bit to plant a kiss on his cheek but immediately retracted her steps. she was so tempted to kiss him on his lips too but for some unknown reason, she didn't. he did tell her upfront that he wanted her to stay for a while. even though she wanted to stay, she waved him bye and started climbing the steps of the bridge.

when she turned around after having reached the top, he was still there, waiting. their eyes met for the one last time; they smiled and blew each other a kiss. and then she left.

several minutes after, as he was sitting a bit dejected near the foot of the bridge staring at the passing crowd, he felt a double tap on his shoulder. he looked up only to have his lips kissed by hers.

perfect! their first-ever date was complete with their first-ever kiss.

no, they are no longer together now. but it's that one date their minds will never erase.

Vintage

"what is the most romantic 

thing he has done for you?"

"he writes lovely and sings beautifully for me" 

"and what is the most romantic 

thing you have done for him?"

"he can say better, but i try to write for him too"

"wow! it sounds so vintage"

*our love is vintage, i thought* 

Hopeless romantic

why do I feel he reads 

these secret pages 

of my mind sometimes

I may not say it aloud

but I feel his presence

leaving a trace once in a while

I think I'm just too 

intoxicated in his love 

to see him everywhere

with each passing day 

he's growing on me 

I'm not sure if he is aware

although I know that the moon 

of my earth won't go anywhere 

but once broken, usually fragile

my little heart is always scared

bad poetry, poor rhymes, I've become 

a hopeless romantic, please bear

The celestial view

while he lovingly counted 

the infinite stars 

resting on her body

she saw the celestial radiance

of a full moon, his eyes emitted

His magical touch

a gush of electricity

courses through my veins

when he holds my hand

I wonder what magic

his lips would conjure

Her pink moon

his cheek dimpled
when it was kissed
out of the blue

her heart fluttered
when she realised
how their intimacy grew

his blushed face would
look irresistibly charming
something she certainly knew

for they have fallen in love
that love which
is unbelievably true