To Smiles And Stories: A Poem

Sitting by
the window pane,
watching another drop
of the heavenly rain
sliding by;
this hunch
strikes my mind
how whole heartedly
we smile, watching
the slam poetries
like "when love arrives"
but, for most of us
the image
getting shaped
in our heads,
happens to be different,
every time.
making me wonder
how fugitive
the people are;
the promises
the moments
how fragile.
those are nothing
but feelings
which stay;
bona fide, waving
every single time,
the infatuation
passes us by.