Friday, November 28, 2014


You spotted me, I like the sanctity I am from.
You are not to blame for  scratching the surface; willing my self out of my shell, I slithered after all.

Your eyes are intense, they could dent me.
You know you make me laugh, you make me smile and I thrive in that.

You would expertly make fun of me by being attentive at the same time.
You brought out in me what I had lost in translation ages ago.

You count, I can't put a name to this one simply coz I don't know.