The Road That Lies Before

10

This Friday, it's a 'holy'-day where i am ; the service is over and so i run,
To my father, for the much awaited moment of my week,
He passes me the mobile, i take it and run,
To my room it is this time and i ring his phone for a peek!

His voice that regards me as "Yes,Madam" in that lovely singsong
Reached out to me once again from past gazillions of walls and time zones
Without further ado i try to sound bossy, though it felt wrong;
Wondering all along if this was the day i will leave with crushed bones.

I hope you my beloved audience has read the rest of the tale,
For all the above stated is what i wished to tell him that day!
I dared him to choose me while being aware of the gale,
That was sure to come upon us if he chose to walk with me all the way!

He had once told me that he was ready for anything without a swerve,
That he will stay by my side and guide me till the ends of the earth!
Yet i questioned him of his surety again because that was too quick an answer,
That could as well have been driven by emotions that were fired up as a hearth!

I told him we had no time to waste if we were never to fly,
Hand in hand till we both finally find rest!
This time he told me he needed time to think and not unknowingly lie,
And then maybe assure me of what he thought he knew the best!

Do you see what i am trying to say?Do you see what we stand upon?
We are not caught in delusions of Romantic honey dripping words,
Not that we utterly despise them,we have a few words that are ours alone!
But no, we dare not lie to each other just because the truth hurts!

Not that those words didn't feel like a dagger stab
they hurt as much as they were supposed to do.
But when time does it's healing and the wounds go drab,
We always look back and wonder, if 'we' mend not ourselves then who?

I will not try to numb your interest with further ado or force,
Keep reading and perhaps you will be in for a surprise even,who knows?