The New Guy

It's nine in the morning, and I met a guy,

The guy had humour and stories to tell

made me laugh out loud with jokes to dwell.

I wondered who was it, 

Curiosity, as usual, came and hit,

but before I could ask

He vanished like the mask 

Leaving another joke by my side or reflecting his personality, you decide!

it's nine in the morning and I meet a guy,

The guy was puzzled to choose the right path

And scared like a muggle about to face his life's wrath.

Anxiety insecurity was all over his face,

Things seemed familiar but was a totally different case.

It's nine in the morning and I meet a guy,

Intelligence intellect he had all the things,

to fly high was his aim

And hard work and positivity were his wings.

Worthy of admiration and ideal he looked, 

I wonder what sort of strategy his mind cooked.

It's nine in the morning and I meet a guy,

Not much interested to greet, neither a wave or a hi! 

He knew the blu

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eprint and explored the map

The daily routine now bored him, always calling for a nap,

To escape was his forte, procrastination outlasts,

Excitement for him was a thing of the past.

It's nine in the morning and I meet a guy

Quite and concerned person and a soft-spoken gentleman,

With wisdom to share from life and his own zen

He was proud of what he did so far 

accepted the mistakes overloading the jar.

Five days gone and the weekend is here 

I did not wake up at nine nor a new guy 

Was there.

Thought to grab more sleep, Weekends as I mentioned,

But a shining large surface was eager for my attention.

Oh that's it it's the Mirror I meet, every day which brings a new guy to greet.

Different personalities perspective Persona I hold,

Which somewhere lies within me as an ore of gold.

So no new meetings, curiosity or the "new guy"

I explored the variety within me 

And it's now me, my company that I enjoy!