The girl behind the desk

She sat there all intense,
About to throw the desk and get over with it.
And then she sighed and smiled,
She knew I was watching her then.
I wanted to click her,
But I just captured the moment with my eyes.

She gets nice dimples,
Her hair curled, falling nicely, though not been attended for a while.
And she looks beautiful when she smiles,
Her enthusiasm is beyond compare, like a little girl bubbling with energy.

I see a girl still figuring her life, her dreams.
Juggling work with study, her hopes held high and life in her stead.
Barcelona has been kind to her,
But home she still longs for.

Her honest interpretation startled me,
Not used to being judged so quickly,
But her eyes were open for a conversation,
And as they met mine I knew she was listening,
And that I found a friend.

That is what this trip was all about,
Making new connections,
Sometimes for a few minutes or hours.
Connections that you would treasure,
And the time that you would recollect with a grin.

Isn’t that life?
For life is like popcorn,
At every turn, someone might just pop up,
Someone that you might like!

Life

Life is, as it pans out.
Controls you, not the other way around.
Fairy tales are for books,
Draped in music, deceiving by looks.

The more you think, dwindles the known.
The more you live, unfurls the unknown.

Your mind continues to play games,
But say no more, hurl no blames.
That which you manifest is before you,
The rest is a dream, more than you can chew.

Desires

In those happy moments,
In those sad moments,
There are some weak moments.
Moments we so fear,
they bring out our desires, oh dear!

Our desires are no strangers,
Though ours, are evil ventures.
Those that can bring upon pain,
Lose more than we can gain.

But desires are a matter of heart,
Lost in time, grown apart.
Virtuous unlikely, but not a cuss.
They are still, a part of us. A part of us.