You are a stream of a river
that comes closer and then goes far
If I get the moment to talk to you
I can barely look at the twinkles of your eyes,
the curves of your pouty lips
the prominence of the dimples in your cheeks.
Settle down for some moments, please
like a placid stillness of pond water,
like a complete lull before the mighty storms.
Give me a chance to fill my eyes with you, yes only you!
Let me speak out, let me laugh, let me crack those silly jokes
Let me be what I used to be
A naked unalloyed pristine soul
But only in front of you, yes only you!