Incomplete lovers (Girl's version)
Part IV
"You are my best memory,
In this new place..
You are the sprinkles of freshness,
To my dried petals...
You are my genie,
Fulfilling my childish dreams.
The attitude of being a biker under the moonlight,
Impressing his girl on the empty midnight road
The forwarding hand, merging with mine,
To motivate his girl to be an achiever.
Nor a single day is skipped,
Nor a gap of free time is missed,
Neither tiredness can resist,
Neither any obstacle can shield,
These lovers to meet...
to stroll hand in hand...
To talk our hearts out...
To feel every inch of each other...
We are trapped,
In the labyrinth of our love...
Ignoring every bit of truth,
Just hugging happiness as tight as possible.
YOU ARE READING
TANGLES OF AGE
PuisiThe pages of this book cage the lines of some poems. Those yarns of lines get tangled with the turns of each page according to the passing age of the poet - "How our age snatch us towards the infinite concentric circles of our thoughts... How we get...
