Sometimes...

Sometimes, all alone, when I'm longing for you,
I wish, somehow, you might be longing for me too,
Cause right then, there's nothing that I wouldn't do,
To see your smile, if only, it were for a moment or two...

Sometimes, all alone, when I'm lost in your thought,
I wish, somehow, in your mind, me too you've got,
Cause right then, there's nothing that I wouldn't do, to bring the distance to a naught,
To see those eyes, that for so long, my eyes have sought...

Sometimes, all alone, when in my head, I hear you speak,
I wish, somehow, my voice, you too do seek,
Cause right then, there's nothing I wouldn't do, to be with you, everyday of every week,
To hear the voice, that gives me strength, makes me weak...

Sometimes, all alone, when my hand lies half open this way,
I wish, somehow, our fingers could be joined in play,
Cause right then, there's nothing I wouldn't do, to rid me of the emptiness filling my days,
And to you I write these words, cause I can't bear these sometimes, forever and for always...

Got back from Delhi and wrote this in the train...the trip was awesome but I'll be able to tell more when I get back to Pune...am still only as far as Bombay. (Not that I'm complaining much about it! Well, I'm on a borrowed laptop so this is it for now. Shall update in detail whence I get home. Ciao!)