Of about 25

A prose/poem written from a guy's perspective, same age, give or take one year:


Met a woman of about 25..
Traces of haste in those wise eyes,
Faint taste of cardamom in earl grey.
She knows her wine, her perfume and thinks she knows her men.
She has no clue.
Sniggers at the mention of justin bieber....
Knows how Elvis died too..

So full in body language
and body.
Barely freed of the new freedom of youth..
Set in ways some and sometimes a surprise vagabond
Just coz she can afford.
She is careful with both- words and booze;
Usually that is..
Loses it she will, rewind 7 years...
Cutely she'll creep you out a little.
Enough to fall for...A little.

I met a woman of about 25...
Noone like this woman of about 25...
Hums Norah jones, coz Adele's too juvenile...
Adele's not 25.
Neither is she.
All at once, she can be dull, soothing and painstakingly alive
This woman I met of about 25.

She'll act like she knows it all,
That she can handle it..
*rolls eyes* every few minutes..
And then fast to accept and ask for my help
With pursed lips on that glistening face.
But she's easy to please after all..
Has seen life..
Can see through most lies.
Overlooks the harmless ones, who has the time.
This woman I met of about 25.

Has learnt to appreciate small thoughtful things I try to do.
Saves tickets to games, movies and bills from first dates.
Dates yes. She calls those that without an eyelid blinked.
Or is it blunk? She's made me so conscious of my tenses.
My sentences.
Appreciates good intentions.
Pretends to appreciate art.
Pretends so bloody well.

Is past the gaudy neon existence,
Her things have taste. Not elitism.. Taste.
From a pen to her brand of kajal...
Everything is defined and confidently so.
Confidence of a thousand hit and trials.
Things didn't make the cut.
Nor did her previous lovers.

Or lovees: The guys she fell for and they didn't feel the same.
She talks about them more
often than the others.
I think, "how did someone not fall for Her"
Though very proud of the fact
That she can be a lover, one-sided whatever.
The selfless one.
Unlike a dimwit girl of 21
But she's "almost 25"
Damn! this crazy woman I met of about 25.


Is she the one?
Maybe.
But there is always this thought
Lingering in the inside if my head.
Will next level mean 'it' already?
She doesn't bring it up but I catch her subtle indications.
No signs of desperation
But it is evident
She thinks of marriage more than she'd like to admit.
Not like she'd jump at the thought
Or just blindly dive
This woman I met of about 25.

She wants it,
A proposal.
If not today then soon
You can't blame her,
Come on, she's going to turn 25.
What do I do, I can't get her out of my mind or life.
Don't want to either.
She makes me feel calmer.
Better.
She can be a baby and a mother.
so that my male ego doesn't suffer.

This woman I met of about 25.
Just in 3 years, she'll be about 28.
Will that be too late?

Tell me Oh my lady, of about 25!