From the corner of my eye


Creases on your shirt
resemble the wrinkles caressing your forehead,
And my fingers unknowingly etch
towards the strands that lustily
stray out of bounds
Only to be caught
by your curious stare, accustomed to my oddities.

While your fingers callously play
with the crisp edges of the paper,
My breath hitches
in fright of any forbidding paper cut
But you glaze your eyes over
and my brain loses all prowess,
Lost in the never-ending sea of brown
And lines that aren’t tangible
just like your thoughts
Thoughts that are always dancing
at the tip of your tongue
And all I wish is to be one 
among them.


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