falling slowly..

there comes a time
when u want to write ..
but dont want those words to be read..
by anyone..

u just want those words to fly out of the window..
into the universe..
fly through that small hole in time..

so that years later
on a silent evening,
when u are sipping ur coffee
and the soft evening breeze is brushing against ur face ..

these words will fly in then..
and u'd read them again and smile..
smile at the yesterday-you
smile because it's all over now..
n smile because u wish u could peep thru that hole and tell her
to just wait.. this is what is in store for u..

so i send out these words today.. so that i may smile tomorrow..

m falling..

and i am scared

very scared.