A Page from my Diary

The car has started...
And i am not able to shut the car door...
As if it is stuck...with the electric pole...
As if it is his wish and mine too combined
have created this small effect-
the car door is open and stuck...
and my feeble fingers shaking
with the desire to hold his face in my hand
is very feeble now...
i am trying...
and yes i am shy...
He is standing some inches apart ...
To my left... And i am not able to lift my eyes...

Now at last i could do it....
Closed the car door...
before closing i could see
He is aching to do it for me...
the confused little steps he had taken
to extend his hand, his feet unsure..
.told me everything. And now the car had started...
He is left behind...
I am being snatched away from him....
And the gap between me and him is gradually increasing...
my heart howling with affection and love for him...
I want to run to him...run very fast...
and reaching him, mingle in his arms...

He is still standing there...
And i wanna go to him...

'The Flying Leaf'
~A Page from my Diary~