when will I tell her.....

sky is blue and its new
When will I tell her that
Wind that just blew
Has made me  sew


When will I tell her that
Its not that only words have meaning
I also clean the wall with same feeling


When will I tell her that
I know everything about her
When will I tell her that
I do not know only thing about her


Frog wants to come out of pond
I want to convert this into bond


She will think whats wrong with me
She will think who ran with ring
From last year summer to this year
All the seasons came and visited king lear
Still thinking where the time went
Still blinking my eyes without being faint


Am i mad about her..??
I can think so....
She is a person who drives me crazy
She is a person who has converted this lazy!!!


Time is there and will wear soon
The sun which is there will be covered by moon


Day and night when my pen works
I do not know why but it gives me perks
Will I receive appreciation again
will this depreciate  the length of page which is main


My first reader and will ever be
The words which make me see


When ever I write on page
I just want her to be maze
Searching and finding out where she is
But still


when I will tell her all this things