When I meet you

From across the room,
I could feel your stare burn holes on
the side of my face.
When I turned, your gaze was still
fixated on me; totally unfazed
though I caught you staring at me.

I frowned and started walking towards you
so I could confront you for making me
feel-
feel uncomfortable,
feel conscious;
“No one has stared at me for this long!”
and, I honestly didn’t know if this was good or bad.

As I took every step towards you,
my mind wondered-
will someone call my scars beautiful and
dance with me till the wake of dawn?

will someone walk by my side on those
awfully chilly nights just to  keep me
wrapped in their warmth and see me smile?

will someone notice the little things about me,
listen to me talk and not let me go to bed
with words buried at the tip of my tongue?

Can you be that ‘someone’
I’ve been waiting for all these years?

As I came and stood near the window
from where I found you staring,
I reached out my hand and wondered if
you will be the light to my darkness but,
you were watching me from a distance.

I could only hope to meet you one day;
that day,
that day we meet, Earth will tremble
at the sight of two cosmic lovers
finally intertwined into one celestial being.

Oh, wouldn’t that be a beauty,
the mighty sun?

~shy moon