We are getting lost slowly,
As we embrace the sheets all over.
But I can still feel you,
As veil is the only cover.
The fragrance is however same,
And dreams are turning into tales.
No cessation can minimize the desire,
Why are we blaming this to be a barrier?
The await is existent,
Upon the effort of weaving.
Coming around and staying for a while,
Is what we are craving.
Putting back together isn’t an option,
For it needs to be shattered initially.
Surviving shouldn’t be a choice,
When you can live aesthetically.
Undergoing again and again through the skin,
Caring less for piling up the sins.
No we are not distracted from each other,
Because the bond is true to itself.
Although the paths are disconnected,
Who cares if we are detached by interval or death?
The soul will keep us ******* endlessly,
Sticking on the edge until the last breath.
We are blessed by Him,
Though we are not so near.
In the name of mizpah,
I’ll keep you always in my prayers.