A Musing

For me,

we were neither a 140 characters tale,

that I could write so straight,

and still make sense out of it.

nor we were those 15 minutes reads,

happening enough,

for you to admire.

But,

for me,

we were a poem.

a poem that lacked rhyme.

or a piece too dull,

to not escape.

too sober to entice someone.

too inclusive to be eloquent.

or may be,

for me,

we were a musing.

a musing, I never really liked to end,

but had to keep it short,

because I knew,

as it grows,

it loses its charm.