I know when moonlight casts its spell..
And the streets turn sharply towards the gale..
I know it just when you step home
As my thoughts get lost on a nameless trail..
I'll flow to your deepest depths,
You, the current of my waves..
I'll sway to wherever you lead
To your ebb tides I’ll cede..
Are you the dream, yet to be seen?
Are you the way life should have been?
Are you my hopes, in a cocoon?
Are you that long awaited monsoon?
Are you the wings to set me free?
Are you the horizon beckoning me?
Are you the rest of my story?
Are you the muse of my untold poetry?
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4 comments:
Questions often answer themselves... here, for instance. Nice.
these r the best questions one cn ask evr & hav in life...but one needs to b happy wid the asnwers truly too...
"Are you the way life should have been?"...love this line!
may b u hv written this for sum1 very spl of ur lyf...just one thng to say- he is realy lucky...
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