The wind blows strong From outside the door. It touched my face with An intense love. It kept on blowing Keeping me comfy.
I look inside all around I see people sitting here and there And everywhere. On the seats. On the floor and over the racks. Standing, sitting, sleeping and thinking. All of them thinking at once. "When will I reach home ?"
Here I am Standing beside the coach door Feeling the wind in my hair Feeling it in my heart.
Suddenly I see her outside the door That face glowing with love. Her lips red, her eyes wide Floating in the the wind. Just within my hands reach.
I reach out to her. Trying to hold her hand. But alas! She disappears. Back into my imagination. Back to her place in my memory.
Can I make it work, If we can see that future ? There on a park bench, Just like a cliche. Us. Hand in hand, Your head resting on my shoulder. Such warmth.
I woke up to a screeching noise, Of the midnight express , Coming to a halt. Silence. I looked to my side hoping to find you. Resting on my shoulder. Alas ! You weren’t there anymore. I look around and it was just a dream. I felt alone in the midst of people. Strangers.
Time went by and I’m sleepless. It haunts me, the memory of you. That lost dream became a nightmare.
Today I can’t sleep. The thought of you haunts me, Day and night. I try to write it down, My mistakes and fears. About my synthetic love affair.
Isn’t it obvious ? The way I try. Words I speak and more to be. Smiles and compliments I give, In just a futile attempt.
When I try to mend, The possibility for love. When my eyes speak, Of my late night dreams. You move like the wind, Your hair like a river. The shape of your lips, I’m intrigued. Such grace ! Sculpted you feel, To my strange eye. Just a sight of perfection, A marvel maybe.
You’re imperfect yet so perfect. I feel. Enchanted. I could reach out, Touch your face. So close yet so far away.
Now such a deep wound I have. Trying to heal itself, With false beliefs and hope That one day in another life, We could be together as one.