When We Met

It was good to meet you,

Though we were strangers;

But this small meeting of ours,

Seemed like we knew each other since ages;

You carried generosity in gesture,

And the kindness flowed in your words;

I was carried away,

In the flow of those words;

Your eyes spoke your heart,

Wearing a smile on your face;

You kept on talking,

And I got lost in that grace;

The blue colour which you put on,

Suited you very well;

I was just thinking of you,

And suddenly there rung the bell;

Opening the door I found you,

Standing at the door;

Remembering that day,

I mesmerise more and more;