The Belief :)

I want to sit & let my hands talking to yours- Because I don’t know if I am good enough To hold on to you well, In a way that nobody else can Or in a place that probably Nobody else ever will.  Because I don't know if You can ever know my fears of Being forsaken, betrayed, Misinterpreted & withered.  Because I don't know if My index finger touches Your palm, dwelling on my wishes Like a chalk kisses its slate Dancing on its own tune. Because I don't know if You ever come to meet me Not for chit-chats or gluttonous things, Neither even a date Nor those mood swings. Just to see my face, & cheek with a round ditch For you have been there after a long time. Because all I know is What I really desired of Is right beside me. Getting closer, he Gripped my little finger as if The world would shoo him away Parting our way. But baby I will find Some hideaway Engulfing all the disarray. **** -Dirgha Pandey :)