When i will meet you I want my hand to Be held by my special one Just like these days, I wish to be surrounded By the same love i Receive now, I hope my dreams get fulfilled for which I've been working.
I know just like my presence You'll teach me the lessons To get me into the better version of mine. And i firmly believe life is a journey You must travel even on the roads With the barriers where you may fall down But rising up and moving on is what a Strong traveller is known for.
Let's meet soon to live A beautiful life to Ink onto the pages Of the life's book When read by someone It brings a beautiful smile only!
This slice of poetry I keep having everyday is not something I'm tired of having. I keep drinking it forever and ever and as much as I can until the sweetness of mangoes in it tickle my tongue and I don't savour it anymore. I will rewrite poems and you will fall into fagends, my reader, or whosoever you're, when I, travel along lanes of poetry, new to you. Moreover, unknown to you.
To new safer heights~
One day my poems will climb heights which you'll never be able to reach. Still, you will secretly read my poems and will die in its metaphors as you find them unfathomable and inscrutable. I will jump from the heights, dive down in air, soar up again and will keep flying when you, downstairs on earth, will crave to hold my hands and come along while I go past the brightest star and touch your favourite constellation.
To new secret depths~
I take coco powder from your yard and mix it with the milk I get from my neighbour's farm to get a rare recipe in which I dive deep and deeper and find metaphors untouched my mankind. I will cut these metaphors and will have them one by one. Its chocolaty pieces melting down my throat as I forget you and all my woes. You'll stand at the doorsteps of my poetry and will wait for me to open my eyes from the depths into which I have gone, all in vain. You'll never be lucky enough to taste my poetry, in such intense depths.
To new undiscovered caves~
Someone said that raspberries are tastier when you eat them alone and strawberries too. I love strawberries more but there's a hidden cave in the forest in which raspberries and allegories are the tastiest than ever. Haven't I talked about it a million times in your ear? No. You never cared to listen. I will forget you this time and secretly go in there and pen down as many poems as the number of stars in the milky way. I will leave no trace behind and you will get stuck in the conundrums of life, outside.