"I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so."
John Donne
Was there ever a declaration of love that was one and yet not?
Where every gesture, every word, every crease, every frown, every worry line and every breath screamed out love and yet the words "I love you" were said not?
Where hidden behind two facades, hope, trepidation and expectation demanded a declaration while relief, and realisation held it back?
Where de-masked, naked emotions warred with each other, only to be wafted away by an expected quarter?
Where relief slowly gave way to anger, as he re-lived the anguish of the past moments...
Where love found expression in his concern and anger...
Where she sensed his presence even before she saw him...
Where shock warred with bewilderment and surprise as he gave vent to all his fears..
Where conjecture waited with bated breath for him to complete his "mujhe laga..." and startled at his "maina socha maine tumhe kho diya"
Where relief made him admit what was in his heart without his head even realising it...
Where a breathless expectation awaited his answer to her "kyun?" as her eyes pleaded with him to respond...
Where bewilderment seized him as realisation warred with his usual recitance as his head began to register what his heart had accepted a while ago...
Do you even know What I am going through?
Mujhe laga maine tumhe kho diya?
Agar uss ambulance mein tum hoti...
What if I'd lost you?
Where the facade finally cracked, and his anger and concern clearly declared his love, far more than any three words ever could!
Edited by DMGFan-2b-not2b - 13 years ago
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