Waiting In Queue Was Never Such A Pleasure Unless I Notice That Beauty In Purple.. Poem by HARSH OZA

Happy Sunday and I was out to
Lunch,
I was hungry but waiter said:
45 minutes sir we have a queue
And 24 is your count,
I thought to quit but had no
Ways out,
Taking a chair on a side
I started gazing the tube, ceil &
Curtain in lemony-white,

Hungry stomach, sweating forehead, discomforting mind
I was having a real ugly time.


Just then my eyes ran down
To the shaking bangles
on that delicate little hands,
I shifted my chair to discover
What she was about..? ?
Close-up smile and
Lashed eyes
Hanging lock’s below her shoulder too high.
“Waiting in queue was never such
A pleasure
Unless I notice this beauty in purple..”
[HEART]:
What a pleasuring perfection she was..! !

The waiter said 12 and
She stood up,
Waking up to the dinning,
The door slummed- down
Summing-up my little love story.
Alone & lonely I was left
12 to 24 was still a long race.
She had left and made things worst
Clock on halt and
heart beats on a discontented note.
[BRAIN ]:
Who told you to love 12
23 would have been a good choice..! !


I wish I had a more rational heart
Or an emotional mind,
and
They could have tuned up well.
Life would be so simple and
Waiting in queue would not pass in such
A suffering pain.


But as they say it well: :

“ feeling don’t have faces
And
emotion don’t have eyes
The heart always lead’s
and
makes brain lag behind “