After months of solitude,
The crack of shell,
Preordained,
Was an incentive,
To regain contact.
But I had made up my mind,
Talk when needed.
Tried to be invisible.
There are means,
Meetings and circumstances,
Not within our understanding.
Oblivious to everything,
I hardly recognized faces besides me.
And He was one of them.
It was so simple for him to ask me, 'What was pseudo chiral carbon?'
I scarcely looked at his face,
Provided the information.
When not in sight,
It struck me who he was?
After few days of constant search,
I found him.
There were little Sparks of wanting to know more,
And easily I forgot about him.
And one day,
My eyes fixed on him,
For moment such a brief,
But I withdrew them.
And from then and everyday,
I looked at him,
Once or twice.
And he did the same.
Wanted him to look at something in my eyes,
But we both ignored it.
There were ways I tried to gain attention,
Coming early was one option,
But fearing the disclosure of my emotions,
Never looked at him.
How silly I was,
Thinking of coincidences,
That can bring up a conversation.
He hardly cared.
Attitude is all I possess,
And confirmed to minds thinking.
Seldom have I thought of,
Coincidences,
But when they concern him,
Wish it to be true.
And Maybe one day,
He'll look into my eyes.
And find what I have been trying to hide.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
After months of solitude,
The crack of shell,
Preordained,
Was an incentive,
To regain contact.
But I had made up my mind,
Talk when needed.
Tried to be invisible.
There are means,
Meetings and circumstances,
Not within our understanding.
Oblivious to everything,
I hardly recognized faces besides me.
And He was one of them.
It was so simple for him to ask me, 'What was pseudo chiral carbon?'
I scarcely looked at his face,
Provided the information.
When not in sight,
It struck me who he was?
After few days of constant search,
I found him.
There were little Sparks of wanting to know more,
And easily I forgot about him.
And one day,
My eyes fixed on him,
For moment such a brief,
But I withdrew them.
And from then and everyday,
I looked at him,
Once or twice.
And he did the same.
Wanted him to look at something in my eyes,
But we both ignored it.
There were ways I tried to gain attention,
Coming early was one option,
But fearing the disclosure of my emotions,
Never looked at him.
How silly I was,
Thinking of coincidences,
That can bring up a conversation.
He hardly cared.
Attitude is all I possess,
And confirmed to minds thinking.
Seldom have I thought of,
Coincidences,
But when they concern him,
Wish it to be true.
And Maybe one day,
He'll look into my eyes.
And find what I have been trying to hide.
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