Rhythmic strings of violin
Blossoms a bud into flower
Those Hands of the violinist are yours
Those opening eyes of petals are mine

Let's unwind the DNA strands
And swing on them like children
Let's shrink ourselves to minute granules
And get shut tight in a capsule

As I pace through the night
Memory Polaroids of your face
Paints bright on the plain tiles
Grasping my feet tight to them

Your passion hugs my soul
Like droplets clinging on a face
Nevertheless how much I swirl
I keep drowning in ur whirlpool

Billboards all over the streets
Quotes your loving words
Which is visible only
Only to my love blinded eyes

Poems add glitter to literature
When I sprinkle your thoughts
From my loaded amor library
Onto a blank empty paper

I climb onto the ropes of confusion
But I reach the hill of intellects
Covered by the meadows of ur wisdom
Nourished by the rains of ur kindness

I get no light cause' I am in woods
But u keep chirping like a bird
Every now and then, when there is a fire
Or when there are wild rains in woods.

Flashlights of hatred blind me
But when I close my eyes
Your face illuminates more
And lightens my vision even brighter

There are faces displaying in a box
There are voices ringing thru a mic
But ur engrossing chaste aura
Teleports into my soul multiple times

U and I broke the castles of desire
And built the maze of reality
A maze, where u and I tirelessly run
Competitive to be the first

The orbits molt to a transparent glass
Where I stuck into the globe
And u spread into the space
But still look at each other thru the glass

As hair roots into scalp and skin
And nails stick to the fingertips
Your trust pumps blood to my heart
And without that, I would be a corpse

Like numbers running and spreading
Thru a mathematician's brain
The days and hours we have met
Travels thru eternal pages in my diary

Fate is like a dice, rolls haphazardly
But we are the dots in the dice
We roll with it, get crashed with it,
And atlast we reach our destination

Our fights and fiery quarrels
Start as high as waterfalls from a cliff
And rapidly reach the pool of love
The pool which we stored for so long

Like large holes in a fish net
Lies our uncompleted events
But the fish net never shudders
Even it is a shark or a neon tetras

When Shakespeare sings love
When garden roses wither
When world rushes to sleep
Our souls may rest in peace.






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