Lifelong Beginning

It was our first date,
I wore a red overcoat
and black stockings.
There, he is!
on the seventh table,
Seven is my lucky number,
I said to myself.

As I walked towards him,
I began recalling the pick-up lines,
I googled.
How should I begin?
Hi (or) Hello?
My mind was caught up in the maze of questions.

Hey Hazira! He said
My cheeks turned pink
without rouge.
He is the star I wanted to meet, my star, my only star, heart whispered.

We were gazing at each other
for a minute,
Is this being lost in love?
He began talking,
Caffè latte that we ordered
turned cold.
I felt warmth in those eyes
and his words were much warmer.
And yeah, feet were off the ground,
It is him, It is him,
heart kept saying.

It was a perfect day,
perfect start to a
lifelong beginning.
No more a Philophobic
rather a Philophile.
Love, transforms and
transformed.

_______________________

She recited the poem
that was written
3 years back
to her “second love”
in her womb.
As always, her heart was right,
it was the
first date, first love.
Life is perfect to some…


Thank you so much for reading!πŸ™‚

45 thoughts on “Lifelong Beginning

  1. Hema, l loved this poem! At the age of 65, twelve years after my husband died., I began computer dating. None of the first dates worked out…until one of them did. We have been together for six very happy years. I don’t think I will get pregnant… I surely hope not! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ But impending motherhood is a very sweet and touching ending to your lovely poem. ❀ All the best!

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