Maya kept staring at me even after I end up with the poem.
"Wh-What happened? How was it?"
"Jai, it was so so so mesmerizing. I am in love with this poem. You are great at this. Really."
"Oh- I mean- thanks a lot, it matters a lot to me."
This poem, though being my best, will now be my most favourite one from now.
"It should. No?" She said and chuckled.
"Very well, it should."
"Hey, I was just joking."
"Not me though."
She hummed, "Oh, I see. By the way..."
"Yea?"
"Who's that pretty and lucky girl you have written this poem for?"
"For an imaginary girl."
"Really? Atleast, don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying. Ok?"
It wasn't a lie. I had written this three months before I met Maya. I never thought I would meet my imaginary girl this early. She truly matches to the each and every world and line of that poem. She was my Oasis in the whole dry desert.
"Ok, ok, your imaginary girl seems to pretty."
She's.
"I too think so."
"She is." She raised her eyebrows and nodded thrice.
"Yep. Now it's your turn." I raised my eyebrows.
"I doubt if my writing wouldn't be as good as you."
"Poetry is never good or bad, I think so. Poetry either breaks people or joins back the broken pieces."
"We are on the same boat this time."
"That's good to hear. Now will you..."
"Oh yes yes, let me search a good one in my notes application."
"Yep, no worries."
She brought her phone close to her face and started searching for the poem.
"Yes, I found it."
"Okay, then start."
"Yep, so.....
I'm in a search of place,
Where there is peace and calm
And we are never meant to be apart,
A place where sky meets the land
And our love will be grand,
We'll fall for each other every day and every night
And will have a successful love flight, The night stars will witness our love
And so will the doves,
A place where there is no ritual, no religion
It will be just us caged in a love prison,
Our love will be a true love representation
And with it we'll live till generations
I'm in a search of place
where there is peace and calm
And we are never meant to be apart"
"Done." She said as she completed her poem.
"See, I am ready to tear all my poems at once, just say once."
"What? But why?"
"My poems...my poems are nothing, literally nothing in front of this single poem."
"No, no, there's nothing like that. Don't overrate it."
"What 'overrate'? I am speaking truth. This is the finest of poems I have ever read or heard. You just earned a new fan." I said and bowed partially.
"Stop it. Stop it. That's too much. It's not that much good."
"But it's too too good for real, Maya."
"Ok, as you say sir."
"Yes ma'am. Can I hear one more? I really want to hear one more. I am curious if your other poems would be much better."
"You and your overrating. Eh...ok, let me search for another one."
"Found it." She said after two minutes of scrolling.
"I am ready to hear." I straightened my back.
"So...
The day we'll meet
The sky will be varied
And the moon will be bright
The stars will form a constellation of love
And will only be seen to some
To those who are the true ones
To those who are few in millions
We'll meet for a peculiar reason
And For a spectacular vision
We'll change the notion of love
We'll change the cautions of love
The day we'll meet would be a red letter day
And also the commence of better days Won't that be so sweet Two love birds will meet When the moon will be bright, The sky will be varied, That day we'll meet......
"Completed sir." She said and placed her phone where it was before.
"I told you, I told you, it would be better. And it was. I doubt if you are a professional poet."
"No. And please stop praising me too much."
"You deserve it for real."
"Maybe I do, but not this much. And as you said poetry is never good or bad, so it must not be better or worse too, so our poems are equally good."
"Ok ma'am, equal-equal."
"Yes." Maya gave a thumbs up, "See, I called you for studying and we ended up sharing poetry." She said while smiling.
"We studied too."
"Yea."
"Yea..." I couldn't think of anything else.
"Ok, so it's 11.30 now. I am meant to be asleep now." Maya rubbed her right eye.
"Yes, yes. You should sleep."
I don't want this to end but it's not under my control. I can't stop her.
"Yea. So, bye." She gave me a smile.
"Yes, take your care." I said and waved at her and cut the call.
I placed the books back to their place and threw myself on my bed. Her poems were still running in my mind.
