if longing outcasts truth
i belong to you

on our first stare
wordles introduction
detached companionship
my helpeness,I saw.
shimmering in your eyeballs
furtive glance I stole.
fleeting stare you gifted.

watch me for seconds
I shall dance without moves
gift me some sentence
i will sing without words

oh you sat ahead
your hair-bun brandishing me
like a gun to a criminal
you are inviting me
to the muzzle of the gun
to my own harm
But i give into
I dive in and beyond
to a refuge of fantasy
into the darkness of possibility

in infintesimal glance
an infinite feeling you borne to me
my glances are now often
the infinity prolongs
martyrdom
in each ticking of the clock

i enjoy and suffer
the game of hide and seek
how contradictory,how comic
i hide from you
and I am the one seeking you.