Your eyes were closed
you did not even look at me
for the very first time
you were singing Raga Bhairava
You were singing as if you were meditating
I left with no choice rather than
to look at such a pure being on earth
I have seen you for the very first time
not a single sprinkle of overdoing
I did not go for a pick-up line
Neither went to ask for your number
I wanted that
particularly that aura
to either destroy me or
make an art form of mine
I felt butterflies inside my stomach
not knowing if that was a rush or a crush
if that was a rush, I want to rush too hard
if that was crush, I want to be crushed to death
I was trying so hard to maintain a straight face
my palm was sweaty,
my forehead was sweaty
as if I just took a shower
You finished your song
My head was spinning as you came closer
You took a seat just a chair away
I had the best chance to
take a closer look at your eyes
Did you want to come any closer
or even breathe so heavily
Every single breath you took
was a heavenly feeling for me
The first time I saw you.

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