You sat two rows ahead of me.. Skin that matched mine.. Black top, skinny jeans.. And red hair.. Just like wine.. At the first Hault.. You turned around, Glanced at me.. Tucked a strand behind your ear.. And looked ahead..
I had liked red when I was in love And went back to hating it when I wasn't.. So, for me to love your red On this quiet train ride On an ordinary Sunday afternoon Was neither quiet nor ordinary..
I would have actually called it love.. Maybe! But I wasn't that naive anymore..
But then, Life.. !! Life is a tease And It proved to be so, once again.. Because when you got off two stops later I watched you walk away , slowly.. And when you stopped , turned around.. Again tucked that red strand of hair .. And smiled!! Like you already knew..
This smile could turn a man, naive.. Dammit, Again!!