Beauty, in its own ways!!!!

Well here I am finally back with another post, the last one was about a fly from Delhi to Nagpur and this one is from Nagpur to Mumbai. I exactly don’t know….but the intention of writing was different and I ended up with this….

If only I could wonder,
things being so beautiful,
the airhostess and then the take off…..
taking the eyes off both,
being the most daunting of all moves I make.

Elegance, presumed by smartness,
features and the persona,
I wonder why I write about her,
had opened this to write about the stars
and now I realize
the hope was only to write,
something beautiful while feeling it,
here I am exploring, pondering
and wondering about the beauty……

I wish I had the coffee which se offered,
I wish she was not married (apologies),
I wish even though being on the top of the skies,
I could see the stars in the darkness,
yet I am at peace coz beauty,
in its own style knows how to get admiration,
coz these eyes were flowered by the presence,
the princess and the subtle beauty,

she saw me exploring, yet writing
quite face with the warm expressions,
coming and going time and again,
once she pondered on the diary,
as I stumbled on the pen…

Waiting for the curtains to open,
she glanced as I kept my head straight,
the eyes met, she knew I couldn’t take them off,
she knew she was being admired,
I knew that the masterpiece,
like the oblivion,

Till he announced the landing,
the senses came back,
and the little guilt,
yet the happiness,
and the smile over the control,
which seemed lost in the pursuit,
that never was one….

Hoping to see her on my return,
wondering if I could leave,
without these as the pages of childish love,
all I made was just a small copy,
one for the self and one for the masterpiece,
hoping it ain’t getting wasted on the seats,
I keep it folded waiting for the opportunity,
for her to see, as she did, so did I,
keeping on the seat with a final goodbye…

As she looked, a little smile,
a juvenile joy and the comfort passed,
as I smelled the air outside,
jus a little worried
tiny scared,
hoping the admiration,
not treated as something else,
the tiny scare with my mom,
working as an employee,
the same airlines,
yet I smile coz I believe
that this small admiration,
is only for the smiles,
respect and regards,
for the Beauty…

Though I dint find her on my way back, I still wrote a little bit, little beauties I could capture by the words and the small pictures….

Lovely havens & beautiful skies, finally I venture,
As I see the beauty I seek
from flying on the ocean,
to the sea of clouds,
now the moments can be captured,
the sounds and the beauty all felt.

I couldn’t muster up the courage to ask for a picture but I took the pictures on my way back, yet I find the one without the picture is as beautiful as it can be…

With regards to the beauty

Ron