You

I was walking fast,
Yes, I had missed my break-fast,

Sure something was on my mind,
May be the situation wasn't too kind,

While walking, everything in view was scanned,
I really wished why wasn't all that canned.

Suddenly something my eye caught,
It was as beautiful as a thought.

Everything about it was near perfect,
And neither did I had an eye for any defect,

It was all beautifully woven,
I could tell the touch would have been silken,

The important Diary in my hand,
Took no time to reach the ground,

Embarrassed, I looked down, for a while,
It was then she chose to smile.

Though I missed that,
May be I was timed to miss that,
But what I caught ,
was more important than that.

I did noticed her unfinished smile,
It was sure an opportunity to beguile.

Though she got me flustered...
And with all the courage I could muster..
All I chose to do was smile shyly...
She too couldn't keep herself from it, eventually.

And yes, it was this short and sweet..!!

Who you..?

I don't get it...
How come you got it...
It ain't that simple anymore..
As much it used to be before..

I thought it was pretty simple...
you could take things in ample...

Anything, even if it is most direct...
To my surprise lays around you in a state of dissect...

I wonder who armed you such...?
Or were you not careful much...?

Surprise me, if that actually was your wish...
and if you thought it will give you some push...

I would rather keep it all to myself...
and let the sheet of time spread itself...

But sometime, may be later I will dig this, with you...
I shall watch, how then, you appreciate the unearthed hue...

But don't tell me, whether you like it or not...
As, almost non-apologetically, I might appreciate it not...

It didn't matter then.
It wouldn't matter ever.

I See You.

I see you and,
I see a war...
I see the war you are at...
I see you claiming wounds and misery...

and then I pause and re-think,
did I really see you...?
or did I see the real you...?

I see your weapons of anxiety and eagerness...
with which you want to inflict the pain you bear...
or should I say the pain you wish to share.

I choose not to engage...
that does sets you ablaze...
how much I wish to bring you some peace...
but its your forgiveness, all that I seek...

Few steps further, I again paused and re-thought...
Was it the same thing about me, what you thought...!
Well...may be...or...may be not.