Under the Seine Bridge

An ode to a man I met under the Seine Bridge

On my last day in Paris, I saw him, He saw me,

Our eyes met as the boat passed beneath the Seine Bridge,

He smiled at me and trussed his blonde hair,

I shook my head as I looked away,

As we crossed under the Seine Bridge.

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Camera in hand, My hair fell over my shoulders,

As I tried to capture a beautiful house on the banks,

I caught his eyes again, he cocked up his brows,

Gave me a charming smile as I blushed,

As we passed beneath the Seine Bridge.

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He came forward, I moved back,

As I tripped on another’s feet, he held my hand,

Stopped me from falling,

As the boat passed Under the Seine Bridge.

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I looked into his eyes, his grey eyes boring into mine,

He apologised for his upfront indecency,

Couldn’t help staring he said, you looked exotic,

I lowered my eyes as I blushed, I felt beautiful after ages,

That day under the Seine Bridge.

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We got conversing about life and times,

He told me about his travels,

I told him about India, my hometown,

The place my heart belonged,

Under the Seine Bridge.

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As we alighted from the boat, he held out his hand,

He asked me for an evening with him,

On the banks of Seine,

I was scared and I was unsure,

Yet, I took his hand, absorbed his warmth,

As hand in hand he led me away from the Seine Bridge.

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He took me to a narrow alley,

My heart was thudding, I didn’t know what awaited me,

As we turned the corner, I saw a small restaurant,

Candles alighted, it looked ethereal and magnificent,

As I stood there surprised, he blew my hair away from my face,

And wove his hand around my waist,

As I shook my head, he took me inside,

It was a perfect Parisian evening,

I felt like a heroine from some romantic classic,

As he serenaded me with food and songs,

That man I met under the Seine Bridge.

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As night fell over Paris,

He took me to the roof of an unknown building,

Scared much, he asked, as he took me to the edge of it,

I shook my head as adrenaline surged through me,

My breath stuck in my throat as I looked at the bewitching view,

Hand in hand with one I had met under the Seine bridge.

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As the lights of the Eiffel tower shone in the distance,

We sat down on the roof,

A cool breeze blowing, his hands wrapped around me,

I felt beautiful, unafraid about being so vulnerable,

With that stranger I had met under the Seine bridge.

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He nuzzled my neck,

It felt like I knew you since forever, he said,

I laughed, my love life hasn’t been too blissful I said,

I will fill it with bliss, he said,

I looked at him in disbelief as his hands moved through my tresses,

This angelic man I had met beneath the Seine bridge.

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I never realised when I fell asleep,

When I woke up I found him looking at me,

It’s time, he said,

I knew what he meant,

He led me to my hotel,

I took my bags and he drove me to the airport,

He was silent and so was I,

As we reached my heart fell,

I didn’t want to part with this man I had met under the Seine Bridge.

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As I was finally leaving, he held my hand,

I will follow you to India, he said,

I smiled and shook my head,

It was hard saying goodbye,

I had felt wanted after aeons, to be honest,

As I took flight, I realised we hadn’t exchanged numbers,

I laughed at how he had said he would follow me,

That was the end of the story for then.

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It’s been months since that incident,

At times I still try to search for him,

At times I wonder if he does too,

For a mere reminisce of that one night we spent,

I have met many since then,

But I have never met another,

Who made me feel as special as did the man,

I met on that fateful day in Paris,

Under the Seine Bridge.

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All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar (VRa).

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©| 2020

WHERE IS CHAOS?

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“A Bizzare Tale of the Dreamland”

It was a weird dream I saw,

Today in the morning at four.

There was a small black panther traversing my dreamland,

I caught him and covered him with a cloth;

I wanted to protect him from this brutal world.

There was a bridge which I carried him across,

Cradled in my arms like a baby,

I just wanted to take him home.

There were policemen standing at the bridge’s end,

And they wouldn’t let me into the main city,

With anything suspicious in hand,

I had no other optionĀ  but to tell them the whole scene,

I was going to but somehow he slipped out of my grasp.

He entered the city and created a lot of hue and cry,

I ran after him remembering I had sworn to protect him,

I found him running for his life afraid of the din and noise,

I caught him by the neck and cradled him again,

As I took him home that night.

A weirder scene met me at home,

My mother was cooking in the kitchen,

And a tigress was polishing her nails sitting at the door;

My mother treated it like it had always existed,

And I paid it as much attention as I do to my pet dogs.

I brought the Panther inside and named him CHAOS,

Due to the furore created by him,

Amongst the people of the city.

I caressed my other pets andĀ  went to get food for Chaos;

A bizarre sight awaited me when I reached the kitchen,

The tigress was licking her well painted nails,

And the color was a bright red.

She also wore studs and a necklace,

Which shone in the luminous light of the kitchen bulb.

I found some milk for Chaos and with a bowl in hand,

I went in search for him but nowhere was he found,

I searched inside and outside but I had lost him,

At the end I was all stricken and panicked,

I was still asking,

“Where is Chaos?”

By this time I woke up from this vivid dream,

But it was stuck in my head the whole day.

Trying to make sense out of this fantastical dream,

The question still revolves in my head,

A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and my heart in flutters,

Whenever I ask, “Where is Chaos?”

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018

 

 

 

 

 

ENGRAVED

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“A Tale of Love and Longing under the Night Sky”

Lying on the terrace, staring at the night sky wearing a velvety blanket of stars;

I could sense you in its depth.

The serenity it gave me reminded me of the feeling of warmth you give me,

like a cheerful fire burning in the hearth on a dreary winter evening.

As the time lapsed I realised,

you Ā had mystically engraved and embellished yourself on not just my body but also my soul.

Suddenly the gentle summer breeze blew upon my skin,

it was akin to your arms cajoling me and lulled me toĀ sleep.

By this juncture you were etched upon my mind and heart;

a warm presence even in the cold wilderness of the astral realm of my lucid dreams.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s UrgeĀ©|2018