I ask for you....Do you ask after me?

                              I ask for your hug

                             When you are not around

                              I ask for your arm around me

                              Just to feel the mystique touch of your presence

                              I ask for your forgiveness

                              Just to let you pierce through me

                              I ask for your love

                              So that I may dive deep in your eyes

                              I ask for a wink at me

                              To see just a tinge of playfulness in your mystical eyes

                              I ask for your smile

                              So as to make my day brightest of all

                              I ask for your gentle push

                              So as to hear the butterflies grooving in my belly

                              I ask for your companionship

                              Because I love it when you gently stroke my hair

                              All this while,

                              My quixotic heart has been asking after you…

                              It has become foible with time,

                              Chasing what many may call a utopian dream

                              But can I take this chance to ask you something?

                              When I ask for you

                              Do you ask after me?

I shall wait OR Shall i wait?

                       You ain’t right for me

                       But shall I wait to fall in love with you?

                       The flowers in my garden has not  blossomed in this month of spring
                       But shall I wait for a delivery of bouquet at my doorsteps?

                       The lampshade on my bedside table is not sufficiently lit

                       But shall I wait for the deep seated tunnel of darkness
                       Inside  me to explode?  

                       The claws of the vampire are not out yet

                       But shall I wait for him to have a luscious bite of me?

                       I have not yet been to an asylum yet

                       But shall I wait for the madness of my pride to burst out

                       open wide in public?

                       I have not been taken on a ride since a long long time

                       But shall I wait for the car in my garage to drive me over?

                       The hunk in the white tuxedo is smiling right at me

                       But shall I wait for him to make a pass at me?

                       I have always loved the smell of new books

                       But shall I wait for the books in my shelf to gather a handful

                       Of  dust?

                       I may have been outcasted by my community folks

                       But shall I wait for them to take a grounded stand against me?

                       Those cocky guys are bonding well and furtively forming

                       their very own ‘bro code’

                       But shall I wait for my girls to come up with

                       Something of a ‘sis code’?

                       The girl inside me is fidgety over her new look

                       But shall I wait for her fragility to backfire?

                       The gardener in my lawn savours his job a tad too much

                       But shall I wait for my eyes to see past the nauseated dust             

                       besieging him?