Wrong Lane

Heart a spirited air-plane,
Marked to no particular destination,
Meandering through runway of life,
Again took off through a wrong lane.

A boon or bane?
Penchant for falling again,
Asked for direction to dreams,
Life pointed to the wrong lane.

Pleasure in pursuit of love,
Invites rejection's pain,
Sand castles of hope,
Always built in wrong lane.

Desires are insane,
Milieu different I am same,
My obsessions are scarce,
Only available at wrong lane.

People suspect deliberation,
A propensity to seek heart ache,
Imagine I thrive on hit and run,
Perpetrated on wrong lane.

Left-right left-right,
Left propriety rightly vain,
Parade of self restraints,
Marching off to wrong lane.

This blank ticket to future,
Once bore someone's name,
Indifferent of queue today,
I seek one in wrong lane.

Innocent twinkle in your eyes,
Intrigues me to reach for these beacons,
So beautiful yet unclear from distance,
Is it you at far end of wrong lane?

Comforting Friend

This is right that is wrong,
It is that simple to her,
Her world is of two shades,
Unthinkable to colour her.

Extreme in her clarity of thought,
Knows what she wants and what not,
Beyond the difference of want and need,
I often fail to sow suspicion's seed.

Argue with her but in vain,
Perception overpowers logic,
And I voluntarily deign,
To earn the smile exotic.

I fear I corrupt her,
Showing world's real face,
In between malign and pure,
Letting her explore that place.

Maybe I undervalue,
Her sense and intellect,
Assumptions are obtuse,
Condescension incorrect.

Beyond comprehension,
This young woman,
A nimble wit bearing,
A shell of simpleton.

I see this woman,
Holding out on her own,
I sense this girl,
Looking out for her own.

She puts a tough front,
Lone free spirit,
Without fears or care,
If he is with her in it.

Look close you will see,
Little chinks in this wall,
Overt vulnerability,
Of a lonely girl.

About their love,
I neither doubt or care,
But if I liked eyes,
I would love this pair.

As I see her see me,
I try to see more,
Glean her mystery,
To see me some more.

But an idle fantasy,
Her choices are resolute,
Trees of imagination,
Never bear any fruit.

Still I welcome her,
In my universe,
I have more to me,
I wish for her to traverse.

Not to claim her as my own,
Flowers belong to the garden,
But to stay as sun and wind
Distant yet a comforting friend.