This mist between us looks like thin fog now and then
But when I try to cross, it becomes an Iron curtain
To capture that beautiful moment when we would stand face to face
Our eyes would lock, while eyelids open and eyelashes speak
Unlocking every little mystery, of this tiresome hide and seek
Our Hands would touch, while fingers entwine with a warm feeling
Fate lines would underline the dawn of a new beginning
Our Hearts would touch, while I melt in the arms of my mirage
Learning new poetry in the breath taking body language
Your first kiss on my forehead
Would shine like the Sindhoor Red.
Your arms around me like garlands
Would beautify me like chains with pendants
My body, heart and Soul would merge with bliss
When you taste my lips, drowning me in your kiss
My mind shies away, dreaming of what you would do next
My imagination runs wild, With no reference to context.
I write incomplete lyrics, reflecting my lunatic illusion
Maybe someday, I will rewrite them with a Renewed Passion
This mist between us looks like thin fog now and then
But when I try to cross, it becomes an Iron curtain
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