From something in her favourite blue To the pink rose that she loves too. From a box of chocolates To a set of beautiful bone China plates. From an exotic perfume To a lamp for her room. I thought of almost everything. Smile on her face that could bring. Just about a perfect gift That can make her mood lift. Almost every imagination Of mine I used. So much I thought of That I got confused. The other day I was with her. My confused state She noticed too. She enquired about my state I said I am confused My thoughts adrift For her I cannot find A perfect gift. She held my face With both her hands And gave me a beautiful glance. And the next instance, She smiled with twinkle in her eyes She said " surprise surprise". "Nothing for me is more perfect than you. Idiot, I am so much in love with you. For me your presence is suffice. You are too perfect in my eyes."
No! Don't drink that!" screamed the woman. But we both were too tired and thirsty to resist. She stared at the empty bottle and ran out. We looked at each other and realised that somehow after mistakingly drinking the potion we turned into birds. But not the same birds. I turned into a crow and she into a dove. And that was an initial shock for the both of us. But why the hell I turned into a black ugly crow? That seriously intrigued me. I started worrying . The solace was that we can talk in human language. She started laughing dovingly at my appearance. Then we both stayed silent for a while. Hesitatingly I asked her, "do you still love me?" "Of course not. I loved the handsome guy that you were, not this scary crow." I got sad. But then she laughed dovingly again. "You idiot, even you turn into a donkey, my love for you will never change." I felt like kissing her in affection. But I was not able to. Of course cos of the beaks. Then I asked, "what if we remain like this forever?" "So what. As far as we are together. Our physical form doesn't matter. Then all of a sudden that woman returned. She asked us to open our beaks. Poured some sort of potion . And within a seconds we were back to our normal human form. We looked at each other, smiled and then kissed. This made me realise how much we loved each other.
She stares out the window Of the ivory tower Her future, not hers to decide She was born in the spring And named after a flower Lily of the Valley, would Soon be a bride. She was barely fifteen, not A woman, still a child Castle gossip always being That Lily was quite wild She climbed trees and even shot arrows like the boys Forcing marriage on her was Theft of her youthful joys Her father was stubborn, but The Queen had his ear, she Suggested and he accepted, They'd discuss it next year!
If the apple fallen on me when I am sitting under the I would think , In this wide space why this apple fallen on me, it can fallen somewhere near. But, why on me? Is anyone trying to attack me? Is any news hidden inside this apple? Is it real apple?(Even knowing I am sitting under apple tree). Or anyone conspiring against me? Or is it just a coincidence? Can I taste that? No, If it's real is it normal landing straight on my head. or anyone poised this apple? In the conclusion I will leave that apple there and go home.
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Newton was Newton and yes honey I'm what I'm. Newton might be sitting under the tree, taking a nap after having a heavy lunch. But as far as I'm concerned, I always stay hungry no matter I have eaten or not. Okay keeping all the things aside, coming towards my main point.
Yes I was asked that If you were in the shoes of Newton and the same apple would have fallen upon your head what would have been your reaction?
It's quite simple honey. Nobody has so much time to ponder over the falling of an apple.
My mouth must have been watered after seeing the apple or there might come hearts in my eyes(like this )
First of all I would have captured a selfie with that apple by keeping it on my palm(What would this poor apple be thinking of me?)