Dancing with you in the moonlight
is like being in the limelight
of my dreams and fantasies,
those preserved sanities.

You don't know the darkness
of the girl who's closeness
increases rhythmically with each rhythm,
dragging herself into your loveliness.

The apathy for love,
deep inside doesn't protest your love;
dancing with you in this mellow night,
my mind sways itself to love a lost love.

I can't trace the fossils of the rotting
love of my past love,maybe I'm tracing
the pieces of my lost love
with our illuminating warm craving
to see each other smiling,
at the beautiful warm sea of love.

The lovely sea  extends
it self before us as if our instincts
to enlarge ourselves
further extends the extensions.

As you pull my heart deeper
more closer, so as to get a feeler
of what's going on in my depths.
I can guess everything without plunging deeper.

Your fingertips trace marks
in each trailing step that marks
a new step to everything,
steps,which are the remarks
of our remarkable memory marks.