Ataraxy

He thinks its about the romanticism,

He thinks its about the intimacy,

He thinks she mistakes it for love.

He thinks its about the kiss,

He thinks its about the caress,

He thinks she mistakes it for love.

Not knowing her true self; 

He thinks she's puerile for love.

A peep inside her heart -

That is pure and true at large.

Damages were enough to mature her-

Forgotten and misunderstood in her pretentious innocence.

May be what she did wrong; 

Facts insisted to picture their compatibility spot on.

An alluring soul thou;

But not all to win her though.

Certainly there is more to him;

And what's more I'll just brief in-

Waking her up with a smile,

His thoughts are enough to ignite.

His laughter plays up in her mind;

Like a tune to sublime.

His witty amity being the most cherished;

Like all he knows is to make her smile, 

His presence gives her the delight;

Enough to make her smile,

To make her laugh and to make her rejoice.

His teary-eyes told the untold;

Like it was all she wanted to behold;

Not giving it a mention right;

Retaining it to memory till the end of time.

                                                     -Phalguni Bose