Waking dream
Unable to sleep
My thoughts shift restlessly
Like a wall of rain
Seeking shelter from the darkness
I close my eyes
And dream
Of waiting for you
But I know
You are already gone
Unable to sleep
My thoughts shift restlessly
Like a wall of rain
Seeking shelter from the darkness
I close my eyes
And dream
Of waiting for you
But I know
You are already gone
"I love your eyelashes" D said
And ran his finger over them
He stared at her face until T opened her eyes
To look straight into M
M smiled
Just the lift of one corner of his mouth
His secret smile for her
Her accomplice, her lover, her love
She smiled back
D gave a small laugh and looked away
Who was he trying to kid
He smiled at R sitting across the table
And acknowledged his "I told you so" look
And together they went back to watching people
Running about in the bustling station
And tried their best to ignore
the lovers melting between them
I wanted to ask her to run
Run as fast as she can
And not look back
NOW
Because this might be her only chance
She says she knows what she is doing
Says she has got a plan
I hope she also has a Plan B
Cause I have this sneaky feeling
That Plan A is never gonna get executed
Why this strong urge to protect her all of a sudden
I mean I have know her quite some time
Liked her instantly
And knew left to ourselves there won’t be any dearth of conversation
But we were never close
Never made any effort to take it further
So what really brought us together today
Sisters in crisis
While I am almost at the end of mine, hers have just started
Is this uncanny similarity in our situations that drew me to her
I want to protect her from all the hurt
Make sure she doesn’t make the same mistakes that I made
This feeling of déjà vu is scary
But something makes me stop and think
Am I doing the right thing
The situations might be similar
But they are not the same
The protagonists are different
The context is different
What if what was a mistake for me
Turns out to be the best thing that could possibly happen to her
Or maybe she needs to make those mistakes
And take away her own learnings from them
The truth is different for each of us, isn’t it
Maybe I should just back off and wait in the wings
Alert
Ready to prompt her if she forgets her lines
But always hoping that she sails through it all
And gets called back for curtain calls