The way he said those words to me
and the feelings that were floating in his eyes,
made my heart melt instantly.......
Yes, it was easier to think to go with him
and travel the world by being on his side as a queen
I so wanted to say yes, right away
that I even thought of writing letter to my folks
of my sudden departure....
But no words made their way through my lips
as I just starred at his beautiful face.
He smiled and said
"I will wait....but now as the rain has stopped,
please give me the permission to leave."
I just nodded and saw his back as he retreated....
He turned around to bid me
and it hit me as a knife stabbed directly in the heart
that this was the last I would see him.
He read my face and knew what fear I scared
and same reflection I could see
Yet he smiled again, turned around to not look back again..
It was very dangerous plight,
I was in between love and life
though my heart yearned to be his
my mind fought for the reasons of rationality...
That night was hard to sleep
even if I had one day to think.....
It was the decision, hard to make,
with only a single day left......
It rained on Thursday too....
I had you with me to clear my thoughts
but still his face came back in my closed eye slots..........
I made a coffee, and sat near the window
hearing the sound of clashing rain droplets
shot directly from skies like life bows.....
The coolness in the air
along with the warmth of coffee
I now reached to the final decision...
As it was life changing one
I decided to think as a grown woman
and do what was right in this situation....
YOU ARE READING
Traveler, Coffee and Rain
PoesiaIt is the poetic short romantic story of how writer and traveler meet.......how the relation takes beautiful turns in short period of time.....and whether the writer will follow her heart and go with him or will she remain in same old place...