Even today my eyes cosset him from miles for I am yet a cobbler and he is the rare azurite. I am still the solitude resting on the tawny leaves in autumn and he is the ever spread greenery of Amazon forest.
But I still try to hold him in my wet wipes
I still try to capture his essence in my cape
I still try to wear him as a shrug
I still try to feel him in the teddy bear's hug
I still try to draw him over my wrist
I still try to prioritise him in my life's list
But amidst my confident strokes of love comes the banging splash of reminder. Before I form my desire into reality, the time deforms itself in a mirror that portrays him as the never ending sun and depicts me as a black dot whose start is its end. He stands as vast as galaxy and I lay as timid as stardust.He scintillates to zenith and I am dull to death.
But still my eyes dare ...
To do his care
My hands hold the dream to caress his hair
My fingers wait to be held by his
My lap gets itself ready to hold his head in ethereal peace
My quivering legs calm themselves so that one day they can get entangled with his
AND as the sand of time falls....my soul starts condensing to write his name on the crumpled paper of my life.
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