Things I Could Never Say

The Art of Observing

I'M AN OBSERVER

I'm a subtle version of a creepy guy.

I glance at things, people and situations and engross myself into them.

I know you're obsessed with her long hair,

And the way you turn crimson when you hold her hand.

I am aware of your smiles and your frowns,

And those handmade flower crowns.

I know you glance at her from the corner of your eyes,

And maybe she does the same, say once or perhaps twice.

I'm an observer and I look at, and through the things.

I preserve the tiniest details of you in my mind.

Like the way, your hands move nonchalantly when you emphasize on things.

There's a consistent fashion in the movement of your Adam's apple,

I've seen it when you sipped water from that bottle.

You state that you don't cry,

But I've seen those little tears that formed somewhere in your eyes.

I'm an observer and I look at, and through the things.

There's a diary in my brain that jots down everything; like that little child's excitement for being on the train for the first time.

And I don't mean to be all inquisitive but I peep into your phone, while you're texting.

I capture smiles and tears and quarrels,

And your love for systematic arrangement of books shoes and towels.

You'll never see me stand out in a crowd,

I like it when I'm amongst the people, all camouflaged.

I'm an observer and I look at, and through the things.

I know how tiny pieces of paper scribbled with words are passed in the class,

Not because I've got some of them, when to be honest I've got none.

Did you know I've seen you chafing your hands whenever you walk up to the stage?

As I have a blurred memory of the time when my cold fingers brushed against yours and you were quite unimpressed.

I'm acquainted with people complimenting each other and disregarding them,

And generally, those folks, with a passion I condemn.

I'm an observer and I look at, and through the things.

And albeit, I may be a splendid observer, but I'm not a great talker,

So you'll never see me approaching you.

And probably that's not even an issue,Cause nevertheless,

I'm an observer and I look at, and through the things.

P.S.: Maybe this piece flows in a haphazard way but that's the reason in your minds it'll stay.