The Girl

The Girl, I can't dare to see in her eye

Whether it's my innocence or I'm too much shy.

I only see her shadow & try to colour it with all my fantasies.

Maybe she's Unreal or her Shadow is an entity.

Sometimes I feel dumb myself or it could be social insecurity.

For the sake of locality, I betray myself, which seems to me like betraying the whole of humanity.

Sometimes it's better to be rough unlike me 

Then I realise either I do or not but that's only why she sees me.

The Girl, whose Glimpse makes me a stranger among knowns.

I become stupidly smart, pretending to be unaware of her spectacular Persona-zone.

She seems to be joking and thinking about me only or it's her usual feminine tone.

I know, only I'm not the social slave, she's too, That's why I let her, she too let me behave for each other as two familiar unknowns.

The Girl, I've been never talked to in real except for those fascinating regular dreams.

Where she and I disclose the hindrances of the globe which would never let two lovely rays become single-love-beam.

Sometimes I think why the world isn't so fictitious.

Sometimes I mourn why the world isn't so real.

Sometimes the fictious rules of it make me cry.

Sometimes the harsh reality of it keeps me as much as I'm shy.

Every time there's no way to have a usual man's love story.

Sometimes it starts & ends even not daring to see into the Girl's mystical eye.