All the tides washed away all my emotions,
Leaving me blank.
Poems were my passion.
Started very few days away.
I took a blank paper,
And painted it with different colours
Though I am colourless from inside
Somehow my colours on paper did wonders.
Some stroke did I make it.
Some pencil strokes did wonders.
Finally a sketch was made.
I wondered who it could be
I never thought of anyone
While making this sketch.
I could feel,
I have seen the person somewhere.
My brain started
Roaming in search of
The face which my
Hands sketched unknowingly.
Oops! Its the same person
I had just a glance on shopping mall
Whose smiling portrait
Did captivated ones heart
Yes, it the same you
Who did wonders in
Especially in the college days.
Who captivated millions of heart
Did I captivate you in my heart too!
So is my sketch caught you!
After long years you looked
So different in portrait
That I couldn't recognise
You were same my dear old classmate!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
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