When he saw her...

He couldn’t take his eyes off her . She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He had never felt this urge before, an urge so strong it was difficult to resist, an urge to take her into his arms and feel her next to his heart

He kept on looking at her, too much in awe of her calm and serene beauty, to move… her hair glistening with every golden ray of the sun, her eyes like soothing waters and her skin..untouched…pure. He didn’t know how long he stood there watching her and then as if she sensed it, she suddenly turned and looked at him. His eyes met hers for the first time and his heart skipped a beat.
He took a step towards her…hesitant…unsure…not knowing what her reaction would be…and then he was close to her….so close he could smell her, feel her , touch her.
Still looking into her eyes he lifted his arm and caressed her cheek .Her eyes flickered and he pulled back in fear…and then gently his fingers closed around her hand.
She smiled….
and in that one moment he knew…
that nothing in the world could be more important than her…
that he can take on a lifetime of sorrows for one moment of her joy…
that he can give up the biggest of his dreams to make her smallest one come true…
that he can stand alone and fight for everything that she deserves….for everything that he can possibly get her…
that there is nothing…absolutely nothing in this world that he wouldn’t do for her

He took her in his arms carefully, gently, nervously and kissed his new born baby girl for the first time…
And in that one moment he knew what ‘being a father’ means.

The Person In The Mirror

Everyday I make an effort
But it all goes in vain,
as the sun settles in peace
I sit back feeling drained.
I’ve done everything I could,
I have looked all around,
but that ‘person in the mirror’
Is nowhere to be found.
The one there now, tells me
‘Its me…I am the same’
but how can I believe this
it must be just the name.
For those eyes were bright and vibrant,
sparkling like sun on springs
not these hollow blanks that stare
and hesitate to blink.
Those lips were flushed with colour of life,
not parched and dead like these
they’d part to give a crackling laughter
these give out silent screams.
The person then was filled with pride,
the head was always high,
No! its not this person
who doesn’t even look in the eye.
They are not the same,
they don’t even talk alike
One would talk of hope and truth,
one is living a lie.
I wonder if I’ll ever find him,
I wonder if he’ll come back,
that ‘person in the mirror’,
I wonder if he’s dead.