A Dream Which I Hope Someday I Can Live

I don’t know if at all someday, somewhere, sometime, someone will hold your hand in the middle of nowhere and look into your eyes to tell you “Khoobsurat hai har vo lamha,jinme teri muskurat khil khilati hai”

Cheesy? Sorry, but that’s how it works. I remember this one time when I was going through something and It was written “You can’t make people love you back but you can’t stop loving them at the same time” and I just couldn’t do much was just sitting and thinking of you.

I feel like telling you how madly I want to hug you and whisper in your ears all those songs you love. The clock in my bedroom sometimes chimes, and it’s almost unavoidable to hear your name in it.

I’m a broken man, who counts stars sitting alone on the roof, and just wants the night to stay a little longer for I fear seeing a morning with this hollow chest that can’t feel the warmth of sunshine. But somehow when I see you smile with the curves of your lips forming soft wrinkles around your eyes, I just feel a tinge of completion around me.

But I just want to tell you, for once, I want to hold you in my arms and believe that I’m still allowed to be loved.

If at all someday you read this, just know that I can’t bring the moon, but I’ll show you a mirror ask you to smile and that’s where my moon lives. That’s where it always will be.