Sandhya

  The eye contacts made me wonder what those dark grey eyes seek when they meet mine.What thought flicks through him?Does his heart sink like mine or its just a normal  pass by?Does he feel like talking?Things doesn't really make sense when you go through a flow of emotion.Does he also feel like knowing me from a long ago? I wonder if he really wanna know how am i , where i live,what i read,what i eat ,just like i do.Whenever his eyes follow me i feel like they equally wanna know my name but as soon we see eachother more silence follows and we act like we don't care . Sometimes we can't control where our mind goes and thats what happen when he's around.I am just scared he might see my thoughts written across my face.Unaware that if he's ever noticed how my eyes lighten up the instant they see him.He is heedless how immeasurably i wanna hear from him.But it is beautiful this way...

  How unfortunately sad we are,how things made us feel screwed up on the inside,how we aren't proud of that ,how some bad decisions made us bad people,how we weren't prepared for something heavy,how tears left contact with our eyes,how life has been a little twisted the day onwards,how much the naked truth hurts,how memory begins to sink in,how the brave and bold me is left with nothing,is this too far?will tomorrow work?will the day after be sunny?