Like crosswords.

She blinks because she must,
But only with a silent little prayer each time. 
She speaks to mean well,
And with that little hope every time.

There has been too much constant around, 
And then suddenly a flux.
And too much activity around,
But then sudden funny lull too.

The zig- zags of every thing,
The tic-tac-toes of every other,
The smiles of those who matter,
Like crosswords with hints on EVERY NUMBER?

– Stuti