The One.

A Poem by Ashita Panda

I hear those paan candy wrappers
Make a lot of commotion
Inside your pocket
Your face lights up in glee
For it serves as a happiness portion
I do not like
It's taste, smell;
I like none
What I like is the happy childlike face
And thus,
Habits make you two
Love binds into one.

"How many sugar cubes sir?"
Asked the coffee shop guy
Two for her, one for me.
I over think,you don't
I save, you won't
Perhaps anything "perfect" is a lie.
I do not crave perfection
I admire love
Amid differences
I desire,
That mirror between us
So that,
When you see me, you see your reflection.