A budding writer's collection

Envisaging your visage

Faces, I look up from my book

Faces, I look into the window

Faces, greet me like it's a routine

Faces, drown me in their similarity,

Pique my curiosity, their apparent variation.

There goes the afternoon bell,

Faces throng the canteen,

Familiar, vague, archaic, modern

Does the universe truly stop when I lay my eyes upon you?

Will I know you the instant I see you?

Will we circle each other in perpetual concentric loops?

Are we on the path of two almost-intersecting lines?

Did we ever agree upon a look-out call?

Or, decide that it'd just be a subtle smirk?

You tell me, darling,

I've spent two decades in search of you

I don't know how I know it,

But I know that I haven't known you yet

Grey, Hazel, Blue, Brown,

I've seen them all

But your eyes seem special

If I could just see them once,

I'm sure I'll be moved to build an altar for them

Are you opiniated like an open book?

Or, will you be the book I never want to put down,

Somber and capricious,

Unpredictable and pervading my senses?

Will the pages flow seamlessly,

Or will twists and turns mar your story?

If our paths don't cross,

But we meet someone else,

Will our happiness be true,

Or, will it be a ruse to quieten our doubts?

Will not knowing how perfect feels,

Save me from aching with pain?

Will ignoring these persistent calls,

Lead me to joy, albeit dim?

I don't know and I don't want to know

Two people can find their way to each other, can't they?

Weakened hopes and the enigma of you keep me afloat

Take me out of this place,

Where I'm doomed to see faces,

The hollowness is omnipresent.