Paradox of life

I never knew its all gonna start this way,
On one fine day, 

met a stranger from nowhere;
Though never had I spoken to strangers right away,
But this one seemed to be a hopeful ray.

Sometimes, simple nothings on display,
Sometimes, words of dismay,
Sometimes, just a 'hey'.

I knew it was all made of sheer clay,
not meant to last away;
But still why were our conversations seemed like an essay,
didn't really know what made me convey.

At times I felt to be in a crossway,
thought i was going astray,
just knew didn't want to betray,
so eventually started to delay,
but it was difficult letting it decay.

It never started in a warm cafe,
with hands full of bouque,
thought gone were the winds far away,
may be that made me write this simple assay.

-Ritu