It was
insane on our part, but you know, there was something special about that night,
there was some conspiracy on the part of God that made that night
prepossessing, made that walk prepossessing.
Do you
remember!
The clouds
that hovered over the sky when the minute hand and the hour hand intersected at
number twelve, the moon that played hide and seek; the drops that fell on the
dark stretch of road, the wind that hit hard on the face, and the stray dogs.
The fingers
that brushed your hand and the hesitation to hold it, the sweet voice of yours,
and your beautiful eyes.
The
indomitable silence, the never ending highway, and the muddy water that made me
to hold your hand sometimes.
The endless
talks, your smile or to be specific; your laugh and your face that gave a soothing
effect.
Surely a Conspiracy it was….
I honestly don’t
know!
It was the
moon or the rain, it was your hand or your eyes, it was the muddy water or the
silence, it was your smile or your face, but it was something else, something unusual about that night which
made my dilemma to overpower and induced me to ask one question to myself,
“Is this the
right time?”
And you
know, every cell of mine is searching the watch which could say,
“Go Man! Your
time has come. Confess her”
It feels
like, every moment is conspiring against me.
Surely a Conspiracy it was and
Conspiracy it is…