अहमक

Right now
I do not know
How to put it 
In words.

It's not that I feel it's too early
It's just that it's not that right.
I accept that I'm a real good pretender
But exhaustion knocks silently
On my methods.

So here I sit
Mulling over the 
Only thing that I remember.
You.
But not yet.

We have a long way to go
And still a longer way
To find our voice
And then our courage.
But forgive me,
I might be wrong about
You.

Maybe you don't want
To say it.
Maybe you have the words
But not the right person.

And then
Hope stands tall
As tall as the time 
That we still have to cross
Across this space
Across two proximities
Of altogether different
Identities.

And hope it is.
Hope it will be.
Till I find my voice
Or find another.

Hope it is.