It is 8.30 in the evening
And she looked at the time
That her phone showed to her
And she thought…
Now …any time
He will be calling…
And with a singing heart
she waited for the call.
it is now 9.15 in the evening…
and a nasty headache gnawing her…
she thought-he may not call…
but she waited with a patient heart
which is beating fiercely in her rib cage…
and tried to tame it
saying-yeah he will call..
but if he does not…it’s okay also
in the morning-
so much sweet moments -
we have spent together.
It is 9.43 now
And she knew –he won’t call
Being a moody person-
If I call he would consider
it outrageous also…
if I say this much also
why did’t you call me
he will say –
aren’t you expecting too much!
But she has already started missing him…
So she collected some poem and nice pics
And send him those…
Hoping he would understand
her affectionate gesture…
sending love in those moments
she had collected from the beauty of the universe
Wishing always-he would realize
how much she value Him
And the ring of her longings
will sound true to his soul…
~d
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