Message popped,
hey Mr. Poet.
Unknown number, no picture,
eyes narrowed and forhead played.
I was urbane,
and replied Hi with a smile.
Flash for a second,
turned into picture.
This time, eyes were wide,
and mouth too.
Oh!
you ? my doxy ?
Heart forgot the count,
and crossed the limit.
Fingers, dancing on keyboard,
as fast as they could.
How are you? What are you doing?
Where were you? Where are you?
Shh! no more questions Bhuwiii,
I'm here for you, message popped.
But I want a leave,
leave for a year, she added.
Leave ?
made gleed in my heart.
And again,
it ended with a hellish fight.
By: Bhuwan Wadhwa (Bhuwiii)