La Chica Bonita

A sight of an oasis for a traveller,

dragging his burnt visage through the desert,

That is how a glance at her face is like,

leaving me with a spotless mind and fulfilled heart,

And a peek at her ‘smile of an angel’,

would leave me mesmerized, satisfied,

La Chica Bonita.

Just like a child on a boulevard, outside a toy shop,

each day staring at his favorite toy for many a hour,

I watch her dancing and singing,

with every move swaying like a flower,

And when she puts that lock of hair behind her ear,

My heart just skips a beat,

But just like that child I can just see but never have her,

La Chica Bonita.

Its like I am drowning in an ocean,

And she’s a mermaid who saves me,

But now that my life belongs to her,

she leaves me on the shore and

plunges back into the sea,

We live in two different worlds,

but I can’t survive in hers and she can’t in mine,

La Chica Bonita.

Now and then...

Peeking out of the rickety window,

with the wind ruffling my hair;

travelling on the same dusty road,

i had travelled two years back;

i wonder what has changed..

Once there was a plump chap,

with a few butterflies in his tummy;

may be coz he was coming out of

two years of toil,

and hadn't really stayed away from his mommy;

There were fears, there were doubts,

but there also was some pride;

afterall he was into a decent college,

and the most laborious years were by the side;

A strangly new place, the elderly buildings,

and the scorching heat left him gasping for a shower;

but the innocence and purity he had,

was that of a newly blossomed flower.

Today the lad is slightly skinny,

but decent looking and gutsy i guess;

may be coz of two years of pure exhiliration,

far from home, has left him miles away from any stress,

There isn't any fear,also doubts have changed to dreams,

and that pride may have given way to some arrogance it seems;

A friendly place, renovated buildings,

and pouring skies welcome me aboard;

innocent and pure i still am,

believe it or not, i swear to god.