The Moment

And I saw you
Standing there
Under the slanting sunrays of late afternoon
That's too feeble to be bright, too strong to be dark and just perfect to be enjoyed.
I saw you there, just for a moment;
Standing like an effortless stroke of a painter who is too obsessed to paint what only he can see.
Oh how I longed to tell you
That your skin
... Glistens under March's golden sunlight
Like meadows on the mountains, just before the autumn sets in,
That those falling hair on the side of your face remind me of the ease with which the night climbs onto the hills - softly, tenderly, like lovers approaching each other for the first time.
I saw a sparkle, in that quiescent smile of yours, held loosely by those half curled softly bitten lips making me wonder what mischievous tricks you are hiding...
But, may be I wonder too much,
Maybe you were not hiding any tricks,
Maybe you were happy... just happy,
And in that fleeting moment,
Under the slanting sunrays of late afternoon,
Without saying a word,
I passed.