Streetlight

I had always imagined
A conversation with You,
Like this.
Sitting on a bench-
Far away from the eyes of omniscience.
In another city ,
In another time.
I had always thought of talking,
Out loud-
Voicing the thoughts of the Coward,
Mostly escaped from.
I had always wanted to show you,
The New Me,
That Time has framed -
And the ways of Life has sculpted.
So far.
See the changing expressions in your eyes,
As you digest them all.
Would I be seeking your approval still?
Child-like parts of me would ,
Obviate the grudged affirmation.
I had always wished for a careless meet,
As old friends,
With traces of the past,
Lingering benign,
As a happy after glow.
We shall talk and laugh,
All that we must-
Without any fire or ire-
That had besieged us for so long.
Free from certain shackles of social rigors,
That choose to settle on us-
That we choose to abide by.
Mostly - at times.
Yet there always would remain,
The zest to know more-
From afar.
The careful watchful eyes,
Shadowed.
Somewhere, the essence created long back,
Gets deepened without touch.
We don't need that.
We are wiser now.
As the novelty of the moment,
Bestows on me ;
Myriad images of the endless hand-held walks,
Our foot prints, through the sands of Time;
Flash across-
As my brown eyes,
Seek yours in the street light.
The green in yours-
Liquid Pools of Empathy.
Soft and Mellow-
As you look at me-
The look the same,
That had been 'mine'.
There is peace in companionship-still.
A chord effervescent,
Neither ever catalyzing the flow.