Not much can go wrong on a bright, sunny day;
I walked my way to the cricket stadium.
A gentleman's sport, and gentlemen audience,
Excitement and thrill all full.
In that stand, the cheering crowd,
And colours and flags and faces.
And in the sea, shone out a mermaid:
Caught my eye and kept it.
Vaguely familiar: Stole my attention,
The absorbing cricket dried out.
The batsmen making beautiful drives,
Or were they? (I wasn't looking)
The rest of the time: The flowing hair,
The smile, the austere beauty!
And every time the runs were scored
Her joy brought joy to me.
Somehow I managed to convince myself,
I got up to go buy myself a drink.
And before I moved out of the buzzing arena,
I looked back to see a little more of her.
In the background, some bloke hit a boundary:
The crowd cheered and flags waved.
But my eyes were straining for something else.
Where was she? Where was she?
Oh, well. I moved out: My throat was dry,
And drier still for the failure of my eyes.
I walked towards the soda stalls
And got me a nice, cool lemonade.
I drank slowly and thought of her:
Her eyes, her shouts of slogans.
I thought of her, and then I thought,
Why was I thinking so much of her?
A sweet voice behind me tickled my ears;
She ordered a lemonade. I turned around and saw her.
A lemonade: Human beings love connections.
She sipped it and felt rejuvenated.
I tried hard to be calm and cool,
And tried hard not to look at her.
But all tries failed. I started walking back.
I should at least see a little bit of the match.
When I returned, the day's play was over,
The crowd receded applauding the sport.
Her face was stamped on the eyes of my mind:
And there it would stay for a while.
On my way back I took a long path home,
I walked through a park, and walked slow.
Nature's beauty I admired, for the first time it seemed,
I was awakened to the world around me.
The light breeze sang a soft song to me,
The autumn leaves welcomed me to their rest house.
In the corner, the setting sun
Bade goodbye, with promises of return.
My joy was nonpareil. My smile endless.
It seemed I was living the cream of my life;
And sipping it, gently, like her. Enjoying.
Helping myself to the main course of nature.
I wished the stadium to return;
The winning moments: Those of mine.
I wished to taste the lemonade again;
Its sweet taste, the sweetness still felt.
The beautiful park ended, gave way to the street:
The street I lived on and dearly loved.
The small houses, sweet and homely,
Lantern'd for the subtly arriving night.
I walked past Mr. Sharma's bakery,
I felt an urge for a pastry.
They say one feels happy enough for that at times.
So, I walked in for a bite.
As I came out, the sweet taste in my mouth,
No pastry in the world could be sweeter.
The strawberry of cherubs I ate, and waited
In the dying sunlight before I started home.
In the sky, the birds were flying homeward too,
I watched them as they stooped into the horizon.
The bakery shop door swung open behind me.
A girl walked out, munching a pastry in innocent delight.
Her vaguely familiar face, and scurried walk;
She stopped in front of the second house on the left of the shop.
I turned away, yet my mind was fixed,
I was afraid of being caught staring. Embarrassment.
Slowly I took a step towards my home,
On the other side of the street, opposite the bakery shop.
As I made my way to the front porch,
I got that strange instinctive feeling of being watched.
I should have turned for a one last look,
But there is nothing such as a one last look.
The human heart is never content,
At the end of every show it shouts 'Encore!'
I entered my room, and got into bed:
Not to sleep, to dream and imagine.
I closed my eyes and saw what I wanted,
I painted my mind in my colour.
I imagined: She was dancing around me,
I held her hand soft and tenderly.
For the first time in life, I felt so free.
I felt still happier, more that I ever could be.
She looked into my eyes for the first time.
For our little dance, the moon played a chime.
We held each other, we floated in the rhyme.
The hour did shape into the leaves of lime!
Hark! The dream was over in a flash,
But it lasted for much more than that.
I was too happy to be dreaming, perhaps.
I sat down on my bed to think
Of the beauties of life and wonders of God:
This being the God of them all.
I walked to my window, the little houses lit,
And one shone out of them all.
Should I not sleep, it was late in the night,
And a long day lay ahead of me.
I closed the light: but felt an itching,
I was too happy to keep it dark, perhaps.
I opened them again and sat at my window
To watch the peaceful, sleeping street.
The people all resting after a long day's play,
Mr. Sharma's bakery shop closed.
The moonlight shone down, telling me to sleep,
The twinkling stars welcoming me.
And at that moment, a second floor room light
Of the second house to the left of the bakery shop winked (at me?)
I felt happy, welcomed, loved and cared for;
I smiled at this wonder of God.
The stars had helped me, perhaps, the moonlight too.
A wink: Human beings love connections.
Author notes
Alright, this had better be good. I spent a self-astonishing FIVE HOURS on this. The story was plotted out a couple of days ago, but I couldn't find the time to write it out. When I did think I had some time, I sat down and started writing it: Following a bit of a metre and rhyming. After sometime, I realised that either I was too tired to be rhyming or the matter of the poem had rendered me unable to tie it in any sort of binding. The result: An absolute free verse. I'm not too sure whether 'The Perfect Match' flows well while reading (most probably it doesn't), but the one thing I love about this creation of mine is that I had written out a gist of the sequence of events and followed it diligently, without wavering in pursuit of rhyme or rhythm (I have been doing that in the past and hated myself for doing it!)
But anyway, I guess this is sounding much like an excuse, and that shouldn't be the case!
This piece speaks of a guy who's seen something very beautiful in life and feels very happy about it. The happiness and joy in him brings him closer to mother nature, and he starts to notice and appreciate the little things in life. It's all in a day's work, though, so the long-lasting effect is not really talked of. It's probably infatuation that he's going through, but whatever, he's just happy about his life!
Then this piece also talks about how humans love to believe coincidences working in their favour. A bad omen feared while a good one dear!
It's probably a bit too long, but I hope that you didn't get bored by the end and didn't find the ending too predictable or obvious, because that can be a killer; and if it was, I shan't rule out de-uploading this piece!
Anyway, Hope you enjoyed the read!
FOR THE CONTEST:
To LilMrsAttitude, Option 8:Love
FOR THE CONTEST BY acari27:
the other 2 of my free verses are:
A Conversation Ere The End
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What doth thou feel?
Comments
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OH wow this was a long poem. . .still I can't believe you spent 5 hours on it. Insane I would never have that much pactince. Pactince now that is a virtue. Well I loved reading this your rhyme was near perfect but got off once ina while and I found that slightly unerving. But other than that it was uber good.
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wow, thats amazing, lovely job. good luck in the contest, stephanie.
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I turned around and saw her.
A lemonade: Human beings love connections.
I really liked this line, and really felt the potential of this, but you have 15 stanzas here- and i feel a sharp edit could take this to four and intesify the imagery, I also kind of tuned out towards the end entirely due to the length, not everything has to be written down, you have a goldmine of imagery and experience here that i feel isnt getting across- i generally like raw, but id really edit this if i were you, the content could be magnetic with the right cuts
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Love at first sight? I like how you kinda delved into the human mind with the line "human beings love connections" and with saying how there's no such thing as one last look. Interesting conclusions. This poem really got me thinking. It's true it's long, but i'm not sure you could've said all you said in a shorter length. The only thing I wasnt sure about was in the beginning where you referred to the girl as a mermaid. The mermaid bit never tied in and since people usually say something along the lines of angel, the mermaid reference was unusual. Don't get me wrong, it's good to be unusual...IF you can find a way to tie it in. As it was it left me a bit confused as to why you chose a mermaid. You did mention a sea, but the reference is vague. Maybe that's just me though. Thanks for entering!
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now that youve said it, i think ur right.. the reference IS pretty vague.. but i guess once one reads further, the reference is not all that mysterious
basically, i wrote the 'sea' part for the housefull stadium, and then there had to be an amphibian for a reference to the girl, so i took the first one that came to my mind
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Sorry, but this contest is for your best lines.
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So long on a poem? You are a devoted poet.
I really do like the meaning of this poem.
Rich and full of life.
The little wonders are what make this a fantastic read.
Thanks for entering. Good luck.
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Forgot to turn off the prewrite option. Sorry!
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I liked this,it IS long,
but I liked it.
And it was well written,
it was interesting.
And good work.
But seeing how i gave you an HM in
my other contest I will not make you win again,
Alrighty?
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hi! glad you liked my piece
im sorry for entering it again, i had entered 2 poems in ur last contest and thought one of em had won an HM, so i entered this one without realising that actually both my enteries had got me the Holy Green!! Ah well, i ll just have to wait till i can gather up enough thoughts for another story i guess..
till then, cheers!
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Yes, it is too long and becomes over-langourous although the content and intent are well realised.
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WOW
You really captured the feeling of new Love. With every word I read I felt little butterflies in my stomach. It felt like it did when I first saw his face, the need to sneak a peak dreaming of an embrace. You captured it all. Thank you for sharing your work with me. -
loved it.......
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i'm glad you loved it. and i hope you read it.
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i feeleth tis gooood..
bhaai..
bhaukaal hia bhaai...
nice one...
and special mention of this clever line
"Of the beauties of life and wonders of God:
This being the God of them all."
hehe..nice one..
though..this is much more of a 'prose' rather than a free verse poem..
hehe
anyway...the line number is a bit demoralising..but in the end..it all seemed worthwhile..
and the connection thingy was uber cool!!
and yeah tht para..where u hav all rhymed it..
nice work man..u make it seem like the poem was not actually written but it actually happend that way..all in a flow..so cool..[similar lines from 'ere the end' hehe]
and yeah..here the endings
'cchhhooo chhwweeeeet' cool!!
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