Meek, timid and lonely soul I, Speck, take the sidewalk in the world of words Boisterous, Gigantic words push and shove me On the road less travelled I bump into a group of meaningless wanderers And turn Spectacular
I love those talkative eyes and silent lips I love the way you move and flirt with your looks You seem to glide or is it that you fly? How could you look so good, Please justify "Look deeper, the soul is prettier than I"
Sometimes amid coffee sips; We sat, saying nothing; Sometimes there wasn’t enough time; Sometimes there were little little big things; Sometimes there were sweet nothings; Calendar says it’s been 8 years; I feel 8 months
As I work harder to untangle it All the more jumbled it gets As I try to clear the clutter Circumstances, it seems, work harder It's not my cup of tea, they say I feel it's just not my day I hope it would come some day