like a cherry and taste my name
in your reveries.
To be the hushed tones of
your whispers and the feeble
breath of your sigh.
Oh, this yearning to meet you
and be cradled in your arms.
to hold your hand and
to lay there off guard.
I wish I could meet you once.
I wish I could walk beside you
basking in your shadow.
I wish the sentences suspended
in our throats would start a
poetic affair of their own.
And I hope this distance is just
a comma and our separation is
a deliberate a plot hole to elevate
the climax.
And before the ink is dried and
chapters are closed.
memory is thinned and
oblivion is invoked-
I'll meet you once for sure.
We'll force our hands into
etching our union onto the
stony silence of fate.
But the night is longer, and
the wait is forever, my love.
So keep looking for omens till then.
If I swift through your loose hair
and disappear like a sparrow's chirp.
Preserve me like a fragrance.
Settle me deep in your memory,
like you reminisce your favourite
Gazhal- make me something
you never finish and,
I'll always return.