You..

I would like to narrate the tales of those long nights to you,
I would like to tell you how those half written stories knocked on the door of my desires,
I would like to take you to the hill top at dusk
And make you drench in the last rays of the Sun.
I would like to show you those painful smiles,that I hid behind my calm countenance.
I would like to tell you about those Stormy Nights where the strongest wind had broken my window pane.
I would like to show you those moonlit shadows that come behind me.

Nobody knows the colour of my tears,
Nobody wanted to see that Last Ray of Sunshine from the hill top,
Nobody cared to look beyond my smile,
Nobody cared to fix my window pane,
Nobody cared to hold me tight during those Stormy Nights,

But just then you crept in like the Silent Spring just after the coldest winter nights,
You planted new saplings on the rugged terrain of my heart,
You watered the plants and saw them blooming,
You walked up with me to the hill top to make me view the wonderful golden canopy that hugged the Earth before bidding it Good bye,
You stood beside me by my Window through the storm,
You opened those unfinished pages of my  story and started writing a Bestseller.
You took the brightest colours from the palette and painted the canvas of my life with a Bright Sun peeping out through the Dark Clouds...