Saturday, December 2, 2006

Can you please?

I never thought some things could be so easy to think about but highly difficult to express it aloud. I never thought saying about certain things that happen everyday would be so hard. Those words that form in the mind but refuse to get delivered in speech remain a silent wish; a heartfelt desire; sweet thrill; an undercurrent; a nothing about everything. I have so many and many bits that I need to tell you. And I have just one question to ask you. Can you, please?

Talk to me passionately about our future together. Argue with me over different issues freely. Discuss frankly about anything- your dreams, passions and beliefs. Make me feel wanted. Surprise me occasionally. Dedicate your unwavering attention when I’m talking about my dreams. Hug me tightly and spread your warmth till I can no longer feel my chilling demons. Never say sorry; instead show it in your action. Take me walking in the night rain and under a tree shade, kiss me, sing to me and say 'I’m so lucky' (and that day will be special to me more than my birthdays). Blindly trust me. Gift me flowers or chocolate often. For one whole day allow me to rest and do all my works for me. Shape our lives such that I can be myself and yours at the same time. Do not dismiss my silly passions as just silly; just go along! When things are rough and I’m scared, assure me 'everything will be alright', even if at the moment you don’t feel all is right. Let me do chores for you, not because I have to, but because I want to. Deny caffeine and late night TVs not just because you don’t like them, but also because they are not good for me. Do not yell or mock at me immediately when I do something wrong, but tell me slowly the next morn (for then I pledge I will never do that mistake again). Comfort me, and get me a glass of water when I cry. If you have to, be brave against all of them to support me. Do family gossips with me. Wake up next to me, ruffle my hair, tell 'Good morning!' and make me feel blessed. Tease me, haunt me and pet me. Share with me ideas about raising our kids. Smile always. Pray along with me. Allot time exclusively for us. Gently mould me to your comfort level and get molded to mine. Hold my hands and promise not the stars, nor the skies, but just say that we will grow older and happier together.

Can you, please? For I want to love you. I want to love you, even more!

If ever, you get a hint of the unformed sentences, catch the tune of the unrhymed songs, take me in your arms, look me deep in the eye and say ‘I love you’. Enough!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hmm...
Sometimes these things echo out in my mind too...

Anonymous said...

akirs...

Time for new post dearie

vasanth said...

beautiful....

vasanth

Trinethra said...

thanks :)