As In A Prayer

As in a prayer: under my breath I whispered, your mine..
Know not why you affect me so.
But each time I see you about my heart flips
And my silent tears slowly unbidden flows .
Seeing you that early morn you stood there proud as a god.
That stance you take the way you hold your head, just slightly to the right.
For a man, you are beautiful so handsome..
And you're wearing your best colours, the festival of Holi"the festival of love.
Everyone wearing the colours, psychedelic colours, colours of the rainbow.
Sleepless nights I've had just thinking of you..
Thinking that time by the gateway you stood waiting.
Am mesmerised by your eyes so dark like pools,
Your hair flowing in the breeze and that grin you wore..
I could have kissed you..we never spook before,
He standing in his garden head bare..
He stood there like Caesar like a god looking at those in the eyes flinching not.
I thought he looked rather arrogantly it suited him..
Today I promised myself that I'd speak to him..
So in between the singing the dancing crowds rowdy with their colours.
Taking a splash, the red gulaal walking slowly towards him I took his hands as I stood before..
Splashing the red gulaal "red powder "upon his cheek uttering, "Happy Holi".
But I whispering under my breath,
Can help not loving you.
Your mine.