To 7 hours n a moonlit sky...

She had a seven hour journey up ahead. Not the routine ones. Not those with laptop & iPods for company. They were there too; uncared for this time.. She preferred her new found acquaintances - apprehension, excitement & love.

She sat there on the seat longing for an arm that could support more than just her weight. She stared on at the immatures up ahead working on a kiss in the moonlit sky. She looked away briefly at the window. Blushed at her own reflection. Stretched a bit and shrunk back in her seat. Coiled. Curved. Expectant & dreamy.

Even her watch felt overworked today for the number of times he had been looked at. He could help very little for 'day light savings' kept her waiting an extra hour.

The wait was probably worth it. For afterall she was heading back home.

To home
Where her heart belongs
To dad
With arms wide open
To Him
Who never was
To herself
Who always will be!

Well yes!
She did fall in love.
Too soon.

With herself for a change.


aditya 1:35 AM  

The only understanding of love that I have at this moment in time is when we have the luxury of being ourselves, the courage to bare all our truest emotions and thoughts and when we do not have to worry how the other person will judge us.
An emotion
An emotion
Not understood
An emotion
Never to be understood

That is love for you

Pavithra V S 10:23 AM  

Its just awesome Nivy.Its high time you wrote a book.

"When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence" - Ansel Adams

In this space you will find images and words. It is upto you to weave 'em together and see what I see.