in the middle of a conversation...
anticipating, and drifting in to the highs and lows of it all...
like that bee near the blossom
on the other side of the glass pane...
like that island surrounded by sea...
in the middle of no where...
and that moment...
that hung in the passage of time...
the story of yearning is the only story told...
those make the throat dry...
like the eyes of that bee , the sand on the island and that pause in that time...
We walked miles together
Without speaking… I could feel the silence…
You remained there… like a feeling
Not just as person… I could feel my own existence
More with you…
Like some background music… not felt unless you pay attention
Yet it soothes you without you knowledge
I earlier thought it would have been better…
If you spoke… or start running suddenly…
In the middle of all those walks we had together
or did some wacky things…
but you remained you… and we grew together
and now I know this is best…
for me and you and both…
every little dream that I dream has you…
every aspiration ends in you…
you let me go to make me find you
again… and again… and yet again…
sometime to discover you from the bit I left you…
sometimes from the scratch…
sometime in blush of the cheeks… sometime in new painted wall
sometime inside a cozy duvet … sometime under a scoring sun…
you are the sweet and sour and pepper of my life
the very essence and flavor…
be my love forever…
