observer

I am ...nothing 

But an observer

Sometimes ,I am so engrossed

miss everything around

But other times, I see all

The suspended particles

 in morning sunshine,

The slight cobweb

 that hangs over bookshelf,

The door that remains

Slightly opened always.

Sometimes your entire conversation

go unnoticed,

Then I notice every detail,

The way you smirk 

While mentioning 

your unfulfilled dream,

The mole you scratch 

On your nape 

As if to erase,

The redness of earlobes 

While you look into my eyes.

At times ,I may not long for you

for years

Then slightest things

bring me to tears

The despair 

not having you here,

The long absence 

of any communication,

The silence hidden

 in monosyllables,

Indicating morbidity of desire..