We sit across each other now,
pretending to be interested in gossips or work,
You tell me something high and mighty,
about someone high and mighty,
And I listen, every word, with rapt attention,
Because I am afraid, that if I stare for a second too long,
I might not be able to go back...
Because I am afraid, that if I stare for a second too long,
I might not be able to go back...
When suddenly, you drop in a casual statement,
which makes me think,
about the thoughts that start with a "Maybe"
about the thoughts that start with a "Maybe"
Just maybe, you are not pretending to fit in,
Just maybe, you do genuinely care, about me,
Just maybe, you are trying to make up....
Sometimes I wonder,
why is just being yourself so hard for you....
I know for a fact, that we all are a bunch of misfits here..
Why do you need to have those high walls around me,
and I think I have earned it,
when I say, high walls of nothingness, and for nothing...
When suddenly, you give me that look,
that glance which makes me go searching for a gasp of breath,
and I think, "Maybe"
Just maybe, you don't know yet,
Just maybe, you are not sure yet,
Just maybe, you are tied in some way.
Sometimes I wonder,
Am I wrong, in treating you the way I do,
Or for treating you really nice?
I don't know if that makes you feel comfortable,
Or it just adds to your discomfort of not being a part of it?
At times, I try and desperately search for something..
Something, and anything that will help me know,
What works for you...
Because, maybe, no matter what,
I really want to see you settle...
I really want to see you settle...
This weird restlessness you have about you,
doesn't really do justice to the presence,
that one would like write about... :P
Sometimes I wonder,
do you even read what I write?
do you ever think of any "Maybe"s,
"Maybe"s that I am a part of....
And I think, "Maybe" !!