Keep the music playing
don't leave me alone
with my haunting thoughts

You wake up to a golden haze
Rays tearing through your light curtains
Reaching the layer of your half-asleep almonds

You stretch your body like a roaring Lion
Feeling the magic run through your spine and beyond
Relaxing on the loud sigh escaping your anatomy

You admire your ruffled hair in the empty mirror
Running your hands to clean the mess of last night’s terror
Struggling to remember the mystery of your 7 secs of nightmare

You crunch and munch on the sweetness filled river
******* on the last drop of heaven
Craving for more paradise to flow

You put on your pretty sundress with matching earrings
Looking like a princess you hear the door ring
Hurrying to open the door only so eager to meet the prince next door

You fix your hair now and then
Hoping he won’t lock his eyes with your distress sense of sight
Walking like a queen with butterflies inside

You sit across the view you longed for
Taking every chance to celebrate the most awaited day
Tearing your eyes away from the menu to only finding a beautiful pair of eyes

You struggle what to look at
Deciding between the plate or the soul of wholesome
Diving into the red wine calms the butterflies inside

You muster the courage
Putting your hand on top of his
Taking in the bliss and finally saying “thanks for lunch”

You walk hand in hand by his side
Enjoying the shores hit the rocks time by time
Stealing a glance of his deep dimples smile to smile

You see the sky changing hues
Yellow to orange to pink to purple to anything but blue
The sky is changing but we stay true to the view

You find peace
Calming your soul
Reliving happiness

You both are looking at everything except each other
Ending the night with no words
Slowly closing the gap between each other

You feel the butterflies returning home
The Sun is setting
The door is closing

After a bright day with a brave soul and a breathtaking view
I wait for the rays to welcome me into a new day
Sweet dreams

I am home when I see you,

Standing there with your messy hair,

Wishing I could softly run my hands in them,

Then remembering the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles,

Having you in my sight gives me solace,

Even if you are only on my phone’s screen.



I am home when I hear your voice,

The sweet echoes of you singing in your car,

I am not sitting next to you nor am I even near,

Just remembering how close we were on the call last night,

Keeping in mind the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles,

Even if you are only one call away.



I am home when our hands touch lightly,

The candy was a sweet lie which you saved for me to know you better,

Remembering the memory of you splashing water on me,

Wishing the cold splashes were not of water but your fingers,

Craving the warmth of your arms around me,

Reality is that the distance between us is not only of minutes but miles,

Let me then celebrate the only touch I got from you.



I am home with your scent,

The scent of kindness and uncertainty,

Three days around and you smelled highly,

Highly of something I would blush around,

The butterflies still fly looking for a scent of fresh sunflowers,

Forgetting the distance between sunflowers is not only of minutes but miles,

But it’s okay because it has to be.



I am home with the taste of your lips,

I have not tasted them but let’s see,

Guessing it would be the sweetest mixture of milk and honey,

Sweet enough to drive the butterflies crazy,

Crazy enough to cover the distance between us,

Hoping we will finish what we started,

Not remembering the distance between us,

Which is only one call away by the way.