The wet floors and
The banana peels are just
Excuses. My fickle heart
Likes to slip and take leaps.
The sunsets, the moon.
Colors and the melodies-
Spring is here and my
Garden hasn't bloomed.
Body fancies bruises that
Only you can bless,
Gleam of your eyes to cleanse
The clutter in my chest.
The pen bleeds but for whom
It doesn't know yet.
But I wait for you to smile.
A cue enough to levitate-
My fickle heart likes to
Slip and take leaps, and
Now that I've seen you,
Maybe, only at your behest.