When I stood, fronting the mirror,
I saw someone calling me over.
A tender hold, cupping my chin,
That gaze enquired my weary cover.

To that, I confessingly say,
I've been caught up,
In the late-night hoping,
Amidst landslides of emotions,
One wound I tend,
There another opens.

I'm still left in wonder sometimes,
If we started talking again,
I'd want that talking,
Turn into holding hands.
There in her arms,
Lies my safest place.
Both crawl under the sheets of the bed.
And end up making beautiful mistakes.

Taking her to places, we dreamt of. before.
At midnight, we both hitting the road.
Jamming to all our favorite songs,
Those 1-D ones, Sheeran and Shawn's.
Out of those millions of stories that life lends,
All I wanted was, just this one happy end.

When this time, She holds me,
Till forever, I want us to last.
'Cause my worn-out heart,
Can't handle a future like the past.

I wanna get caught up,
in the late-night closeness.
Land without motions.
Cards out in the open,
All worries left into the fire.

When we'd start talking again?
I never got to hold her hands!
One soul, and yet two beating hearts,
Why we always were two worlds apart?
What I love, why doesn't it stay?
If life's some game, I refuse to play!!

I get it, everything is uncertain.
Still it fears me, how the story will end.

Now that I was done confessing,
That someone asked me to stop.
As I looked up in the mirror,
And saw it bleeding tears.
The mirror shattered with a voice,
Saying "I'll be with you dear!".


© Karthik Chyawan