First Impressions

First Impressions.

Hello.
My new friend, are you sad? Eager? Happy? Curt? Tentative?

Exchange Names. Listen to how they pronounce it.
Do they view themselves like that? Did they change their name to suit you? Does Facebook have to save us here?

Shake Hands.
Clammy? Firm? Smooth? Confident? Unmoving? Lifeless? Want a hug instead?

Eye Contact.
Do I have to force you to look into mine? Do sparks fly as our sights meet? Am I but one in a long queue?

Smile.
Make me happy, person, and do it.

Converse.
Can we avoid the weather? No friend, not the cloudiness, but the actual topic of weather?
How long we linger here is solely upto you and me. So be responsible, and responsive.
If I remember you for what you said and did, you will make me remember your name and want more. Or maybe I just vaguely remember us meeting somewhere and the way you stared past my shoulder.

Give.
Do you give me something that I wish to have?

Take.
Do you know to take something that I wish to give?

Aesthete.
Can you satisfy a vision that was but meant to be?

Let us fly away then, I have an impression painted by you in my head.

Do remember to leave a signature.

Their Gazes Met Across the Sea

On the edge of a ravaged battle cliff,
the solitary warrior stepped across,
bodies and bloody pools,
and gazed across the sea.

On the other shore,
stood his wife, mother and aging father,
tear stains on their cheeks.

Across the water,
flew a white dove, bearing news to be read -
they hoped - by the father -
of his first child now cradled in its mother's arms.

Somehow, the dove was just a showing of faith and hope,
for their gazes met across the sea.