You run in my veins,
You are the charioteer of my dreams,
The day I put you in my verses,
This chaotic world became Serene.
My ink spills words meant only for you,
My hand pictures you in vivid hue,
My soul is covered with every aspect of you,
As grass gets covered by the morning dew.
The fringes of your thoughts, made a Gordian knot,
As feel of your touch soaked my handy blot,
A bamboo in the ocean of your love, neither sinking nor afloat,
Carve me to something, I wish to move, from deadly whirlwind to lively coast.
The path you chose, for me is void,
We walk parallel but never get to collide,
The only thing that makes me elate,
Is that your presence wrote some beautiful words,
In my somewhat colourless empty slate.