Only if eyes could speak....

           

Temple bells could be touched together

As she would measure her walk up for the prayers

In a dress that glorified Indian tradition

She would hold his hand in an unnerving submission.

          

Kitchen would smell delicious as she would work on the stove

Tensed, anxious but as silent as the grove!

He would steal the glimpse now and then,

To treasure the innocent fervor ,so easy to pen.

       

Kids they would be, on sofa playing game

Fighting to win and willing to kill but happy to loose and surrender the fame.

Tried and tired, they would fall and sleep

Only to rise and continue the same.

The night before her day of birth,

He would plan ,he would write  the poems of joy and mirth.

That would be all he would give, the gift he himself is gifted with.

Smile is what he will want , rest to him seem too much a myth.

                    

                      

Tough times would come and they would hold strong.

A hug would ensure that it was a journey destined too long.

Best they would look when they walk and feign a fight

Engulfed in intense love melt their night.

Only if eyes could speak,

The story , which seems to be a distant desire now

Would be scripted in real…..

Only if eyes could speak,

Lips which are pressed on one another

Fingers entangled in confusion

Heart willing to get what it wants

But failing, to produce words all the time…..

Only if eyes could speak,

Of the depth and the feel

Of its wish to bow in respect to the person it preaches

Much in the same way as it does to mom

Only if eyes could speak

All of it will happen!