Clutched her hand, in mine
Brushed her index, with my thumb
and finally the stupidity became words
I asked
Have been in this world for long,
I want a world of my own
Would you be that?
Would you be that?
The answer,
quite sure,
I knew before
yet
The question still lingers,
in the aura of the silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch
Sheepishly she snapped,
what if, I accept
Our story 'll be,
just another one of thousands
Aye,
it 'll be one of the thousands
though
it 'll be the only one in my world.
Entangled in herself,
Beaming in her past,
the one glaze she passed
made the answer quite clear, yet
The question still lingers,
in the aura of her silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch.
Saurabh.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
Clutched her hand, in mine
Brushed her index, with my thumb
and finally the stupidity became words
I asked
Have been in this world for long,
I want a world of my own
Would you be that?
Would you be that?
The answer,
quite sure,
I knew before
yet
The question still lingers,
in the aura of the silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch
Sheepishly she snapped,
what if, I accept
Our story 'll be,
just another one of thousands
Aye,
it 'll be one of the thousands
though
it 'll be the only one in my world.
Entangled in herself,
Beaming in her past,
the one glaze she passed
made the answer quite clear, yet
The question still lingers,
in the aura of her silence
in the beauty of the moment
in the warmth of her touch.
Saurabh.
