keeping coming back...to her...

he met her
like a dream joyous autumnal...
and he smiled...
she smiled back sure...
in her blue chiffon with fleecy prints white
she looked so innocent...so so pure...
as if she was there...
a beauty unbound & unfathomed...
only
and
only
for him...

and he made a recollect...
an autumnal festive day...
a walk down a street where children played
street cricket...
filled with their cries and shouts...
bowling someone out...

and how had they walked then
side by side...
his left hand
held by her...
soft...
and how had they talked...

she had talked home...
she had talked children...
quite a ten thousand!
he had guffawed loud
seeing perhaps her blue and fleecy white clouds...

now again ...
O how she came...
to him
the traveler...

and he thought...
'the world is never too far...
i might go to different places...
i might meet lemniscate...
i might analyse theory of evolution
but there is no escape from her...
her eyes...
her smiling Sun blessed face
her blue and fleecy cloudy dress...
her sense ever widening...
her Golden festive autumnal morning...
her Sharod smell...

O how i helpless
forever her just tail ! '

'keep coming back...'
she smiled and said
hearing perhaps his words unsaid...

'hey!
she just smiled like Isabella...
or
did that smile resemble a Pamela?'

he thought...
and
pressed the switch...

afterall...
he had works to do...
had he not?