Sitting next to the lady in blue

"Heyy!! What are you thinking about? "

 Exicitingly she asked.  

Looking at the leaves in a tree thinking of 100 things, I said "Nothing " With a weak and waverly smile. 

 

" Do you believe our life is already written? 

And people say that it is fate" 

The young lady in blue kept her hand on mine asked me. 

"Huh? " I replied with no interest. 

"Say something" The one in blue who I call as my lover said. 

" I am uncertain of that but if I am certain of something is its partially true"

"Really? " With a childish laugh she asked. 

" I mean, poets who lived centuries ago wrote how I feel, in a deligent way. " 

Looking at her eyes I replied. 

"So... May I know what you feel? " 

She asked with a micheavous smile. 

"Emily Dickinson" I responded with a smile cherished in me. 

She smiled gently. " Imagine you are Emily Dickinson's mind what poem would you write? "

She handed me a paper and pen.  

I took my eyes of the coffee which now has a company of paper and the pen.

As I took the paper from her hand in joy. 

"Only If I could write like the legends-"