Who Is She?
Who Is She?
It was a rainy night
I was enjoying with my cappuccino
Drops of a splash of water Falling on the windowsill
Kept on ceased to exist I unblocked the window blind
To focus on outside happenings Under the beam of avenue light
A gentlewoman was walking straightly Towards my villa in wet fit-outs
Bewilderment engulfed
A knock on the door broke my bafflement
Next movement I opened the door with gaping
She dropped in And supplicated for bedtime halt
Alluring winsomeness of her physique
Won't allow staring others
I could not brush off her solicitation
And concurred She appareled with mine by took off The drenched one and slept on the same Bed without hesitation
The beaming of morning sun rays which settled through the window woke me up
My eyes rummaged around at once No sign of the mistress within vicinity I found all the doors were closed intact inside the villa
I searched all over
My wild-goose chase did not prove efficacious Ruminations heaved rapidly in the brain
Who was she?
How she had gone outside?
Was her coming into the alcove not real?
Was it a dream or an illusion?
So many questions were whirling in my Mind but I have no solved answers