Before I click on “send”!

When life gives a reason to talk to you, it becomes an unexpected gift,

How well I present this gift to you becomes my minds' next shift..

Enveloping respect and admiration, choosing a word to describe you, is something that I can’t do..
Addressing you with “Hey” in my mail is the last thing that I want too..

Limiting myself just to the topic of conversation makes me feel captive in a cage…

Picking minimal words to convey everything that I want to, still accounts for more than a page;

The fear of being misinterpreted and misunderstood, I carefully avoid topics that could kindle your rage,

This makes it unfortunate that, I cannot be as transparent to you, as a sage;

Voicing my concerns I believe you are the one who can guide me through…

If, diverged from your direction, I shall be satisfied my decision was at least, influenced by you;

Putting an end to my epistle makes me plead for more chances to write you mails..  

The only hope with this initiation is that, this shared camaraderie never de-rails;

The thought before I click on “send”, is more complex than Chris Nolan’s Inception…

The feeling after I click on send , is more numb than lack of any kind of sensation;

The time ticks at the speed of a snail’s 100-meter dash as your response is still in anticipation…

Mind panics with a labyrinth of thoughts visualizing your response even before its actual reception;

When  you respond, I feel heard and listened to.

When you don’t, I feel the wait for the response was short too;

The pain of awaiting your reply defines the new name of the game…

However, the pain of clicking on “send” still acquires the "most painful" fame;