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.
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Monday, October 12, 2009
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5 comments:
Nice is a small word!!!
Wonderful is insufficient.
Love this poem!
RA
millions of them on a single railway platform. gah.
I love this! I might just print it and put it on my wall :)
Good stuff
Thanks :D
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