To Meet

This mist between us looks like thin fog now and then
But when I try to cross, it becomes an Iron curtain
I wish I had a time machine to go to a future phase
To capture that beautiful moment when we would stand face to face

Our eyes would lock, while eyelids open and eyelashes speak
Unlocking every little mystery, of this tiresome hide and seek

Our Hands would touch, while fingers entwine with a warm feeling
Fate lines would underline the dawn of a new beginning

Our Hearts would touch, while I melt in the arms of my mirage
Learning new poetry in the breath taking body language

Your first kiss on my forehead
Would shine like the Sindhoor Red.

Your arms around me like garlands

Would beautify me like chains with pendants

My body, heart and Soul would merge with bliss
When you taste my lips, drowning me in your kiss

My mind shies away, dreaming of what you would do next
My imagination runs wild, With no reference to context.

I write incomplete lyrics, reflecting my lunatic illusion
Maybe someday, I will rewrite them with a Renewed Passion

This mist between us looks like thin fog now and then
But when I try to cross, it becomes an Iron curtain

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