How i long to speak to her ...

Somewhere in south india, i got a call from someone ;)
It was a surprise and suddenly it brought out this poem....

how i long to speak....

When i heard her voice,
i felt a pang of joy.
her call was a surprise,
nodes, so calm so coy.

I went on a long ride,
with her by my side,
talking about nothing,
and yet everything.

even across the distance,
her face smiled before me,
i felt, just this instance,
she could come before me.

How i long to speak,
open a long kept secret,
of each time i fell weak,
just hiding in love's sillhouette.


love for me is an entity,
I feel it, and yet am numb,
is it vogue or vanity,
i ponder like i am dumb.


i want to talk to her,
of all the moments spent,
refresh memories of that blur,
looking in her eyes that went.


And yet i wonder,
is it love or lust,
and many times ponder,
should i tell her first.


she spoke of marriage,
and years of marriage,
and choice of marriage,
and chances of marriage.

My heart sunk beneath my years,
losing her i feared,
i took a sip of my silent tears,
losing someone i deared.


How i long to speak,
make her wait some time,
but the future in which i peek,
has nothing but an empty chime.


sharmaG