Some ... Some confusions ...

I always felt glad at heart;
I often revived those moments; when she talked to me;

I never found any thing erroneous,
in having a conversation with her;
Though my friends clunged to me with weird conclusions;

A round of interrogation with my heart,
and my brain supervising the entire occasion;
helped me in cutting short my question " Am I in ..... ? "

"comfort level" ... "similar perspective"... was the final decision of the jury...

I helped a cute stranger in getting her baggage into the train;
I started believing in luck when I saw her having window seat, next to me;

Never understood why did I play a hero of the anecdotes, I narrated to her;
Though fractionally bored, she never seemed drooping of my chronicles,

The journey did not a have a joyful ending but a hope;
by words ... "See you sometime"

It took no time for the jury in myself to ask me;
"Why am I trying to astonish her ?" ... " Can I not be natural ? "

"It is not how it should be " ... was the answer for the question "Am I in ... ?" this time;

Though incidents prove me wrong at all the occasions;
I have an optimistic attitude,
to understand things better; judge my feelings aptly;

A charming girl gave me an amicable smile;

Though I understood the smile caught me accidently,
on its way to one of her buddies;
Afraid of the jilt I was about to make ;
I smiled back in ritual but with a pleased heart;

"My fortune about to work ... ? " ; ... a possible ... affection ... ;

How will I know … ? ...

~Abhi