At display..

Meet so many in a day
Many stories come to life
As I listen to them what they say
Observing their natural gestures
A keen eye I lay
Making out the hidden meanings
My mind colors them
Dark or light
Depends on mood..of course!
Poetry says much more
Felt like never before
"Was it that way..?
Oh yeah..may be.."
They're sure, yet unsure..
While I smile away
Searching new stories
To write with slight twist and play
Emotions I carry of all
They imbibe me not
With ink on paper
Just float away
Readers ponder in awe at such
Magnificient display..
It's my passion
I do this all nights and days..
I don't mind..
Think what you may!