Nos Ordinaryos

I never ask for it, I haven’t agreed that I need it. Yet like summer breeze in the open field, you came and struck your way in. One day you ask me, why I am looking straight to your eyes, I just simply smile and said, “Your eyes are beautiful to look at that I want to snatch them so that no one can ever see it again.” Smiles of yours was all I have as I leave the town, no kiss and hugs to seal a day with you my love. Our love seems too periodic for people living in a world bound for the same old love story, - a man is for a woman, a woman is for a man. I am not angry with them like thunder storms did to some places hit by the weight of flooding rains, I pitied them for not opening their eyes beyond the faces of their lives.