Will Someday ... I ? ; I don't know ...

An evening in the woods with the light breeze and the orange sky;

where the leaves were on a walking spree ...

I stood there in; such a soothing atmosphere;

thinking of her , before; I could think of anything else...

How will it be ; when, I will be walking with her...

The way, she would hold my hand;

as if, an attempt to keep all the petals of a flower together...

The elegance in her eye lashes; which would speak, for our silent conversation...

A feel, that ,she is so apt for me;

The content within me ; each time I see her,

An inner voice; that, she brings me closer to life...

I never felt like grabbing her attention...

The small pot of affection within me;

always in an attempt to burst; with some words for her ...

The roots of confusion;

grows deeper and stronger within me each day ...

I always find myself binded by the question ...

"Should I say something ... to her ... today ?... "

The shades of the trees ; as the night made it's appearance;

But , a hope of moon light, through the talking shadows ...

And the next day; I saw her again ...

~Abhi