“My index finger stopped
at your name in the
stanza of my poem
and stayed there so long
that I might get addicted to you,
I’ve already Under lined all the words
separately that I read in some
poems that will tell you
how you’ve colonised
my soul from inside & out through.
Every vine of thought
summons upon your image
to recollect all your unseen glimpse,
At the tip of your curled hair
my ink pen lost its flow
on the paper at every inch.
Hope you understand the
consistency in waves of
blue blood flowing through my veins,
That is Trying to reach
the other side of the glass
that have your image in that mirror with all unbearable pain.”
Let’s just smile on fate now
it is playing games though!