Manoeuvres

January 13, 2011 by Usha Pisharody 7 Comments

Adroitly
I sidestepped
The Question;

I’m not ready
Yet,
To respond,
I mumble.

Fearful, I peek
Between my lashes.

I can feel you
Withdrawing,
I think; and
Miserably wait.

I know, of course
I cannot hold out,
Either.

So why don’t I
Just give in to
A natural progression?

Adroitly, yet,
I sidestep, and
Refuse myself.

Warm hands
Cup my face,
Lifting it gently.

Looking into his eyes,
I know, I am blessed!

For, it’s there-
The unconditional patience;
The unwavering faith;
The rock like strength.

That you let me
Be me-
That is your greatest strength,
And my loving weakness!

And I cannot help,
But surrender!

20 March, 2008