It's not straight as it seems

Sometimes things aren't that straight
Straight like road,
It seems just straight but actually it's never.
Straight like strand of hair,
Somewhere it just bends to fit in.

They were talking about sun and moon,
Like they do very often.
She just showed him the new write up.
She loves putting it before him and her.
Him because he is part of her reader's world
And she because she is mandatory first reader.

The pages inked blue had blossoms of marriage.
"Are you planning for marriage?"
The eyes gazing out of the window
Were all of sudden gazing him,
Trying to read his thoughts.
It didn't seem a curiosity question,
So it was a necessity of the time to find the answer to it.

He being a closed book,
Doesn't let others to dive into him.
Unaware of the actual,
She just read few lines shinning clearly on his forehead.
Don't know if he was concern about hers,
Or was he juggling with his own.
Trying to figure his part of the story.

Not all flowers are wild to bloom with nature.
Some need water and your time to bloom.

Leaving the most awaited coffee on the table,
They walk out of the place
She still trying to read him
And he finding his answers in the air.

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The shying words

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Meeting a boy

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Fears, are real!

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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