I want you to hug me once.
I want to smell you for that instance.
I want to touch you for that moment.
I want you to kiss me on that second.
And there will be a memory, worth a Lifetime.
And then we depart for ages from each other.
I would grow grey hairs,
You will be losing your sight.
And I wish you to meet me then,
To recreate the kiss again
and break my cold heart;
To make it warm enough
To sprout a new charm.
And then you'll whisper in my ears,
"Fool, that's how we make love,"
Rains in July were depressing
Just like the moment of dusk.
Those things reminded me of him
Forgetting him was not an easy task.
I always wanted to be the girl;
In a man’s memoir,
Mentioned with passion or
Mysterious with my heart.
For whom he would pine for;
Without whom his day wouldn’t start.
Time flies by like a storm
And I find new lovers all along.
Some find me attractive.
Some men are sapiosexual.
Some think that I’m seductive.
And all fail to hold me firm.
July rains are still depressing;
I am lying next to my new boyfriend.
His lips said, “I love you, darling.”
And all I could do was sniffing his scent.
We are naked under a blanket
But fail to undress our soul within.
Wrapping ourselves into new hope,
The dusk feels now more serene.
Moonstruck 