Though we talk on the phone So very often Only phrases of words We exchange' For you are so busy All the time Being at office Or at home.
And I keep wondering About the right time To call you up And have a nice talk To savor the flavor Of a relaxing conversation As that of an evening walk.
Yet I Fear - Of all what has happened In the past That you and me Talking together For those lingering moments Have always ended up Arguing till the very last.
It might happen again As it is the Age-old Tussle Between the mind And the heart. You being the 'mind' person And me of a lover's heart.
And Yet There is something In You That always pulls me through All the tussles we have, All the fights we go through At the end of it all - I keep coming back to you.
I know you'll again hurt me And I may hurt you too In this ongoing war of words Where the mind and the heart Oppose each other - So vehemently, so very rudely, So impassionately, so impolitely As if they have been Enemies Forever'
And I wonder and I wait If there would be a Day When God would usher in A miraculous way - For the mind and the heart To work in unison To agree in person To each other's say.
And I hope and I pray That day would come When the mind tells the heart Yes ' you may feel' And I'm the one who thinks And thinks too much Like the way you feel And feels too much'
Yet ' let us moderate With some thinking Of mine And some feeling Of yours And may be, one day We'll be Friends Forever'
For it is hard to stay on Like this forever Where you and me Whenever we talk We feel like Foes And anger shows You lose your temper And I hold it back You are unrestrained I am so controlled.
So let's harness each other With some of your freedom And some of my control And let's work it out.
For we may not be The best of mates Yet let us try' To make the most Of our Fates.
And see if we can Click and Tick To the extent Where we may not Become soul mates. Yet a little of love A little of care... Some understanding Would make us fare Together as Friends.
And we are able to Sprinkle ourselves With warmth and affection Rather than Firing and fuelling our Mutual Hates.
So I wait for the Day When the mind in you Would be a bit more Lenient - To the heart in me. And I as your lover Would try to be A bit reticent To the Beloved in you.
And no matter, How long, how often We talk' I won't feel afraid Of all the talking As I'll know for sure That no matter - What and how we talk We'll get over our hates And remain as mates Like friends forever'