And I still wonder
Celebrations are dynamic
Life still remains
Dull and static
The wrapped up tins
Filled with unseen glimpses
The first glare of love
Sunrise, sunset and tea
That warm aura
Tugs into the hug
A mild scent of purity
Creates a unison
We break into a distance
Separation of hours
Days, months and years
A great comeback
The welcome smirk
Cute kiss on the cheeks
And the elating scent
The aroma is different now
It was a new air
A dual meaning supposedly
Bit of guilt, and
Bit of helplessness
What could that be?
I wonder.
Every word is the same
But not the interpretation
Is it suppose to push me?
And my inclination?
Another phase of adulation
or a pattern of invitation
Pondering on the question
Heart stops every expression
Carving a division
Moving back in dejection
Letting go every moment
That knocked abruptly
Waiting for another phase
A strange encounter
Of heart and its translation
Sharing a bond of amity
Measuring infinity
Awaiting for that moment
Of absolute serendipity
Where the heart binds
Forever in tranquility
