Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Day That Never Was

I have shaved. My room has been cleaned and the bed has been made. I am excited as I sit expectantly waiting for her to call.
She does but she says she isn’t coming here.
I am dejected.
She wants me to come there; but I have work to do.
I refuse and she sounds disappointed.
I go back to the clean room, now echoing notes of what-could-have-been. I watch the movie alone, that I had intended to watch with her. I think of the times we have spent together. I want to know what she thinks when she is not looking the other way and feels my eyes on her. What it would feel like to run my fingers through her hair. Doesn’t she know I am aching to touch her lips with mine, to kiss her?
Why is she toying with me?
I started regretting not going.
I wish I could go back.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

whoa

Anonymous said...

You moderate COMMENTS??!!

Anonymous said...

Moderate THIS!

Reisender said...

@anonymous: Yes, I do moderate comments. I would love to know your identity. Please tell who are you.

Reisender said...

@anonymous: What does that 'whoa' mean?

Anonymous said...

dude...

g2 said...

never gonna happen :p

alchemist said...

sab theek ho jayega ;)

Reisender said...

@alchemist: Thanks for your positive consolation. Do I know you??