If little drops fell on my face,
and one look said it all,
if one smile was worth a million dollars ,
I would fly, laugh , talk and would jump.
But you shall walk,
walk a mile , make an effort,
let yourself free,
and help me become what I've always dreamt to be.
If I was a bird , I would want you to be it too,
this persuasion would persist until agreed to.
How beautiful this is ?
no words, only an essence,
your soul gels with mine ,
slips into the deepest of me ,
and soothes the craving.
My eyes say , they talk,
a language , unknown , unseen , unheard.
Be the translator, take the charge ,
it would go unnoticed, if you simply barge.
A fortunate turn of events and countless realizations ,
this life is not always in tandem with our aspirations,
it's a sequence of baits and charms.
Sometimes I wonder , How this life would've been without your footprints,
impressions on sand and my being.
I want to live , live this life in every way,
Pay the price and I wouldn't mind getting hurt thrice,
But after this , you'd have to be there,
there with me , because I would need a string of hope to wake up and breathe.
Breathe the air of genuinity , purity and femininity ,
Come and make me see , Who I am ?
Paint a painting, a reward of your imagination.
I would watch you with your gentle fingers , spread across the canvas .
The sunlight would lighten up the darkened days ,
with the moonlight the deafening silence would fade.
Let me sway , sway with the wind , (like the Lillis),
You can make anything feel beautiful even something as dry as the winter chill .
So tell me , listen to me and answer me .
I watch you , I observe you and I follow you .
And in real time , I run , I hide , I dream ,
Dream , to be as magical as you make me believe .
Maybe I'd put a thought or to ,
that if I ever lose you , I would lie ,
Lie on the grass , gaze at the stars with a hope to find you there ,
or back with me home .
I would search the woods and tops of the trees , if you decide to leave ,
Leave in your plans , leave with the breeze ,.
I would want to hold you , even if my hand would pass through .
I know we're in this together , like we all are ,
it's a cycle , a nature governed one .
Let's run away , go to a distant land.
What matters is the thrill in my life that you generate ,
the trust in your eyes , that I wouldn't ever want to escape .
These aren't expectations but the desired story of my life ,
a life spun with a golden thread ,
as priceless as French Vintage Red Wine .