I sometimes wonder how can some boy be in love with everything about a girl. everything, every misplaced strand of hair, every degree of smile in her face, every word that comes out of her mouth touching the lips in process. How can a boy be jealous of the breeze that touches the girl, the sky which can always watch her smile, the soil for it can kiss the tear drops that fall from her eyes. I guess, after all technology and shit, we humans are still foolish.
The morning sunshine illuminating the day,
You are close to me; I can feel my heart sway,
Your unclosing depth on my eyes did stay
Thy arms clasped me, oh! I wish I can live forever this way
The darkness of the night I felt again,
In a sea of tears sailing in my forlorn main,
The sun behind the cloud, light still to come,
The drowsy flower, waiting for the breeze to hum.
Your thumping little bird is with me here
I live ‘for’ it with lots of love lots of care,
Slits of light gives me such a joy,
O god, how will I bear the whole sky!
Lots of desires sand lots of thrash passes my way,
But I move towards you, bound, never to sway
For the passions of this world, a normal shrug
Just waiting, and craving, for the re-creation of the last hug.