I am slipping off all the colours from my skin,
And she is filling my buckets again and again,
Unresistable gloriously shining in her eyes capturing me with unabandoned truths and rain,
I pray for the illusion she plays around with her nose ring,
Also, the smile that is smoking life into my barren heart,
We talk overnights with stars and days about the land exists so far,
Till now we have painted names on the sky of our present and some past,
I don’t know what she prefers mostly while choosing between vision and illusion,
Cause she is unaware of the electrifying effects of touching the untouchable soul of mine,
The gap is broad enough to sink all the feelings we are sharing,
And losing her is the hardest of breath I can take at this moment,
Where she is under my skin and I am just outside the door sitting and waiting.