Thoughts

The words I speak silence with nature

Which smells of expensive perfume and strong caffeine. 

I place each word carefully after another

Contemplating in my head gazillions of time. 

The words I speak to him are not to be taken lightly;

For each is weighed for it's worth 

And dissected for deeper meaning.

 

But I look into his eyes 

And my mind stops working. 

And while I let myself speak unfiltered,

I see his eyes yearning for a familiar expression; 

His ears searching for a familiar melody. 

Oh how I wish I could call him mine! 

How my heart beats for every sweet sound parts from his lips?

The words I ink, sink in crumpled paper,

Which taste defeat, every time they rebel to be heard.

I write each word carefully after another

After filtering through the plethora of sentiments I harbour.

The words I write to her are not to be taken lightly;

For each is weighed for it's worth

And dissected for deeper meaning.

But I think of her eyes

And my hand stops writing 

And while I let myself scribble aimlessly,

I yearn for her moist eyes with a familiar expression;

Her fingers embracing the warmth of the letters.

Oh how I wish I could call her mine!

How my heart beats for every word felt on her side?

They met on a heartsore evening;

He stared deep into her eyes, seeking comfort.

With the sky dimming to a teal hue,

Her cheeks blushed.

The deserted bus stop amplified the words he tried to speak

Which he rehearsed repeatedly in the mirror.

He stammered.

Uncertain of her reaction about the feelings

He kept aside in the corner of his mind.

The deserted bus stop brought into focus,

The letter she weaved with her delicate words

Straight from her heart.

She smiled.

Uncertain of his reaction about the feelings

She kept aside in the corner of her mind.