Second look…

They say, first impression is the last impression.

Even I believed, until I had that “Second look”.

At first, it didn’t amused me,

didn’t amuse at all.

I went on, doing my thing.

the giant time wheel kept turning.

the winds blowing,

and rivers flowing.

The Sun and the city doing there duties.

Over the era of moments,

the wheel turned my perceptions,

My thoughts, my beliefs.

And I got drooling over the second look.

The second look…

I was drenched under divine drizzle of second look.

Loosing control…

Falling in love with the second look.

The look that was harboring behind the murky first impression it made.

I thought that second look to be lurky,

and me lucky to find that out.

It was magical, mystique.

The enchantment took me over.

I went dizzy,

dizzy over so many things.

My perception.

That first look.

Maybe time had remodeled that look,

Maybe I looked at the second look now,

Or is it me that is being remodeled.

No, I can’t take this!

Everything was thumping me over and over,

I got to take this out!

Frenzy! Frisky!

Raking everything…

Is it the second look of me?

Terrified, scared, petrified!!!

A second face of mine,

which I never saw.

It was scary but enlightening.

First look turned out to be a paroxysm,

I survived through the paroxysm.

And gazed the second look…

I was amused..

Amused over that first look..

Amused over the rolls of the time…

Amused over myself!

Time was winning over determinations and principles.

Heart was taking a leap over mind.

Second look commiserating the first look.

I lost to myself.

Or did I win?

I lost those first look perceptions,

I won the second look though!

Second look of me…

Second look of things…

Second look of life…

Second look of first impression…

Second Look!!!