The last page desires my attention Much more than the first one; It wishes to mark the end of a story And unwind in the full stop’s glory. The tale pours in; Reminiscence retards, Dexterity drives.
In distant lands, two souls reside; Hidden strings of her mind cascade melody Into the pores of his unvaried life. The sky connects them disregarding their boundaries, A “star-way” builds up to convey untold messages. She makes rings of smoke with her breath, His glasses become hazy and a regretful smile unfurls.
Words quivered more than fingers; The tale ended; Not a single page remained untouched. Dexterity faded, Reminiscence lingered.
Take me to the place where there are mountains, whose peaks will bow down in front of my love for you; take me to a beach, where the sandy shore craves to hear the sound of waves just the way I do, to feel your touch; take me to a desert where the madness of thirst succumbs to the fear of not being able to find you in this world of nothing, yet everything; take me to a place, where I will recognize myself while looking at you, only you.
The doleful night begs for a calm closure, Sleepless eyes hanker for darkness; Nostalgia screams out in agony, To get rid of it’s existence. I wonder, How strong is my Persistence?
Whenever I look back, I see your eyes stealing the smile Of your lips locked up by Denial. Seconds spin yarns in seconds To give rise to a number of years; You stand behind me, Ageless, flawless and speechless.
You dwell in the intricacies of my silence; Words flow out of my eyes as droplets of Reminescence. Trials of forgetting you have Etched your presence deeply on my mind. Far away from the ‘Fading Green’, We will see each other in the woods, Once again. And there, you will be mine.