He smiled, and meant it...

The lane that was dark and desolate until yesterday,
The lane that was sans any love or emotion…
The lane that beckoned for someone to come by
The lane that beckoned for just one glimpse…


The tree stood all alone in the dark corner
Of the forlorn lane
Waiting for someone to come by,
For someone to take shelter beneath it.


A figure stood at the other side
The other side of the dark lane,
Waiting for someone
She waited for someone to come by…


She didn’t know why,
She didn’t know why she waited,
Waited for someone,
from some where, to come by…


The mist that had settled in the dark lane
settled there permanently,
seemed to suddenly clear out
clear out slowly, gradually…


She saw the tree bringing itself together
She saw it stand upright
The leaves seemed green once more,
They seemed full of life, again.


She wondered what had happened
She wondered out loud to herself,
She caught herself walking to the other side,
The other side of the dark lane.


But the lane was not dark anymore,
And the tree was green yet again
She saw a tall figure waiting in the corner,
Waiting for her, or so she thought.


He came up to her and held her hand,
His touch lifted her from her dormancy
His eyes bore deep into hers
He smiled, and meant it…
She realised her wait was finally over…


The lane is not lonely anymore,
Nor is it bereft of any love or affection.
They walk down the lane everyday now
And sit beneath the grand old tree…


She laughs as he reads out to her
He seems surprised and asks her why
She laughs once again and looks at him
And he understands why…


He somehow reads her mind
And takes her in his arms
His warmth fills up her senses
And she smiles to herself.


The tree sways in agreement
Knowing truly what he means to her…
Her wait is finally over now,
For he is the one…