Hazel eyes at the south end corridor,
May have caught my glimpse through the window.
Sheepish smiles across the queue,
Luggage battened and without you,
At last I rested on the other side of the couch,
I wished my flight never flew.
Meera had a different destination than me.
I grinned at the venn diagram she drew,
There was no common.
We were exclusive and exciting sets.
We were galaxies going far away per the big bang theory.
Is there a possibility of u and me?
The skies and the oceans never meet!