I'm looking at you, thinking and in desperate need of a pen and paper.
Our fates, Such intricately interwoven collection of moments.
Like the twists and twirls of your hair, high on the strong winds.
It's windy, your hair dance around, each strand fluttering like acrobats.
Then with a huge gush, they are all set free, chaos ensues.
Your fingers come to the rescue, gently pulling them back to safety.
You turn around to look at me, puzzled, through all this mayhem.
Me, I'm just stupefied, frozen and spellbound at this spectacle.
I manage to look away, pretending but failing hard at it as always.
One of those days, when you catch me stealing a look at you.
My crime, punishable, the jury with intentions unknown, keeps me waiting.