Mr. Mischief

Eternally bounded in love — Pic by me somewhere around Patan Durbar Square

The calm eyes

And the warm vibes.

The sheer silence

And the tightened lips…

Then–

The sharing of glitzy smile

I saw your teeth for the first time..

And the smile …

It was mischievous then..

Still mischievous when I think of it now

Another round of silence..

Then

The first tête-à-tête

And the words of your witty-ness

Enough to cast a spell of your mischief

Bewitched I feel when you speak and when you don’t as well

The

Magic of silent naughtiness