So Tell Me

There, are things growing in shape?

God, I miss a lot those dates. 

After all the time we're separate.

I'm fine with a complicated mind.

While you're there and I'm just behind.

And the sun doesn't seem to shine.

I try to run and reach to you.

I tried but feel like a fisher at a zoo.

I guess I must find some clues.

Now, tell me what I should do.

Should I stay, go or what?

If I stay, will you be bored?

If I go, will there be comfort?

By any chances, am I worth?

My mind finds mess and thoughts go short.

How long will I have to bear?

Leaving, I heard but don't yet dare.

These complications, I doubt, will float to where?

Apparently, to me, this seems like a nightmare.

I just hope we can forever still live, love, etc. in pair.

No matter what things turn out, I know you care.

So tell me!

An L-word Promise That Motivates.....

It is the damn word all yearn to have, especially those newly afoot into that little thing. 

It was 2011. May, 27, the starting point. No exact time recorded! 

“I think it will be time for you to say that to me, honey.”

“Not yet,” comes a reply, “We’ll see and hear. We just start, hey!" 

"But? Um, I have done this a lot to prove my..." to which a reply cut through: C'mon! It will be time, just like you say; not now, though. I do want to but, um......

"Promise me, okay? I'll get to you again on New Year's eve when we are going to hold hands, walking under the lighted breezy street. Then, you will have to go with the reality: you and I, forever." 

Riya, now a bit touched, okayed, smilingly.