There are too many ways
to think about you
I am the longing
you have always denied
I have kissed your picture
So many times
Did you feel the brush
of my lips
My intention
is you
Let my love
Wash away
There was a time
When memories were dreams
Maybe I’m the canvas
begging for the art
Maybe I’ve waited
Countless moons,
For you, To find me…
In your dream
When you kiss my embrace
And breath my feel
That’s where we are designed
In togetherness
It’s strange how fate,
brings you back into your past,
to teach you something
You just have to be listening…
To understand why
I get attracted
towards the person
who hides their feelings
I am glad you still visit me
In my dreams.
storywala 