a sudden creative urge at office

he breezes past me and everytime i look away,
incase, he saw me smile or saw me grin,
he would most certainly interpret it.
and get it wrong, yet i long for a few
words unseen and unheard, on the waves
as they float and are caught by the eyes.
as i read them i think again of what to say,
yet all i know is there is so much to smile
and laugh for and grin.

it is such a delight to hear the chimming voice
and know that someone is looking at me
and notices even the subtlest change in my expressions.
it is a time when i cannot help remember such thoughts,
as i waft into a world where sweet friendships are forged.