Infactuation

Running around the crowd,

was I with trays of rippled water

as the crowd strolled the floors bored

of sitters, talkers and laughter!

You behind the pillar tall,

now delaying your lovely lips

for your eyes are stuck on mine, fall

did my tray of oasis! Oops!

Lo! Home that look always do you?

Is not that a mask of powder rose?

Ever tried to blush someone, do you?

Ever felt someone returning it so close?

But then, gone you were in the six-wheeler,

all the way south to backwaters,

and stuck in water; around face-walls everywhere

was me trapped within your face as a lover's!