Both of us were prompt,
correct & measured in our steps.
You took me to IHC,
Introduced me to all your friends.
You asked for “Tea’,
I said, “Yes” with glee.
Mr.Bureaucracy, as I have now started calling you,
You are meticulous when it comes to woman,
So, we talked weather.
And ‘no’ whethers.
You kept asking me if I am comfortable.
I died to whisper, ” With you around ,I am uncomfortable.”
Your eyes followed my gaze at times,
sheepish smiles exchanged.
You have decided coming weekend be spent together,
sipping teas, reading newspapers.
I am impressed and you have also smiled,
I have joked on your Civil Services etiquettes.
Sweet heart! I assure you ,
I will give you a match for your sophistication.
I quite liked it actually having you spoiling me.
I liked your clear mind, I liked the way you never
tried anything odd or anything even.
We both are not interested in anything else,
except holding each other next.
I know, I am safe with you.
You know,I trust you.
I liked the way you kissed my hand,
calling me ‘nuts’.
I swear you had the guts.
And please dare not tell again this to your driver,
“Jagjeet Singh, Madam is in love with you & your Sir.”
What should we do next weekend?
You said to leave it to you.
I am awake till you take me in embrace.
I insist we cook,
You insist , “the cook is there.”
I love you,
for taking my crazy ways in your stride,
My Dear Mr.Bureaucracy.
You showed up with flowers actually.
I am mad about you for your gentleness & heavy polish.
And you want make sure, I save your no.
Sweet heart, you are now in my heart,
not just a no.