A moment is all it takes for your life to swiftly turn,
a chance meeting or a glance that makes the heart churn.
Eyes which smile with the mischief of secrets untold,
a visage adorned with beauty and passion,
lips that tease of an eternal elixir through each fold.
That moment transforms you and your entire perspective,
ushering in a novel era, with a destination secretive.
Despite the mind yelling, “Ah, you are in trouble”;
the heart is befuddled by conflicting emotions,
finding it difficult to overpower the tempestuous bubble.
It is barely an event and yet a phenomenon,
challenging all you hold dear with its sheer charisma.
Beauty is soul-stirring but not all things beautiful are,
it is but a few which combine allure and torture,
cruel yet magnificent is their invincible power.
Indelible impressions are not a product of explicit beauty though,
they are forged instead by a disposition that makes your very being glow.
That lethal potion brewed with love, respect, and humility;
touches your soul, and forces you to take a leap of faith;
convincing the heart and the mind to reach a rare treaty.
It is strange how that one moment ends up being so potent,
equally strange it is when the other one is indifferent.
Though it hurts to know the dream is unattainable,
the moment lives on, never to fade into oblivion;
engendering a fierce ache and yearning in the heart’s cables.
For it is moments like these which define who you are,
which drive the strife to learn from the perils of each hour.
Lessons that make you a wiser, stronger, and kinder being,
one who appreciates moments and their invaluable value,
and believes in the might of hope’s tiny yet steady wing.
If not in this life, in this world, in this precious moment;
perhaps in another, you might live the perfect sonnet.
Until that blissful instant though, there is but a fleeting hope;
a hope which dies a thousand deaths and yet reignites,
the hope which captures moments and memories in a united rope.
Random Musings Of A Scholar 