Dec 19, 2010

The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

She was my first crush.
I liked her nose-ring.
I liked her principles. 

She stood out in a sea of faces.
I still remember that she wore red.
We had one date.

She was a happy girl.
She liked colors.
She liked slow walks.

She wrote a poem for me.
I wrote a song for her.
I owe her a date.

She knows about all the others.
She knows about me.
She feels like home.

4 comments :

Nithya said...

Love the title.

And the poem, of course.

amshuman.r said...

quoting you from last night "At the end of the day, you go where it feels like home"

bhavini said...

..quaint, nostalgic sound. Nice.

Anonymous said...

:) Thank you for this.