Poetic chaos we're,
Intoxicated from the somras
Of love from a cup
Common to us
And us, alone.
I always question time
When am waiting for you.
I ask time
Why can't we go back to the time we first met?
And relive, once again?
Our souls have no boundaries
Unlike our bodies.
But, they too emulate the soul
When they try to become one
In sacred communion with each other.
What's rain you ask?
It's the sky crying out for you and me
When it sees us under separate clouds!
My life was like a meter gauge with foliage running over it
Till you came chugging along,
Whistling away my worries,
Trundling along my wounds,
On-boarding all my dreams
And dropping them off
To their ideal destination.
My poems can sometimes be prayers,
Trying their best to let you know
That nothing you wear
Is better than your smile.
