One little word I have for you,
So you know what it’s like to be in it,
I can’t express more than that,
Cause it’s the last thing that fits,
Trees of illusions are grown to roof,
branches dawdling around my thoughts,
The more I get close to the moon,
I find myself tangled into chaotic knots,
Scribbles now doesn’t rhymn with breathing,
they just hoop out with a humm,
I think I have started to hallucinate,
cause now a days all my veins feel numb,
Underneath the bedsheet, dreams are ready,
ready to havour me like an appetite l’amore,
Hidding in days and waiting for the dark,
to play with sprinkled stars and for more,
Please make me some colors too,
that you share with the sky, all that hue,
Hold my past, share a present, plan the future,
nothing is more important than a flowery nature,
Let’s run away to the clouds for more stars,
For more of sunshine, and fireflies full in a jar,
This is nothing but just a wish to the unknown,
for enough of happiness and some melodious tone,
Wish to have you for now and for a thousand year,
To walk the lane till the wrinkles smile without any fear,
Let it flow in its own rhythm and let’s groove to our last breath,
And let’s make it happen until it becomes a beautiful wreath.