βOn a Cold Winter Nightβ
On a cold winter night,
While sitting next to him,
Under a rusted shelter,
I held his hand,
His hands were cold,
Mine were warm,
With desires burning,
To shower on him.
His lips were speaking,
Stories of the day,
He lived silently ,
When he was ,
In need of a shoulder ,
To lay his head,
And let his tears ,
Soak in the cloth.
His eyes were filled,
With tears and traumas,
And enchanting tales,
Of the dark days,
He has gone through ,
All alone.
Roads were filled will people,
But our presence was covered ,
With blanket of night,
Under the sky,
When all the planets were aligned together,
In a row, the phenomenon
For which the entire world was waiting to witness,
Then,
In a corner of the world,
We were trying to assemble ,
The scattered pieces of our souls.
Our feelings were aligned together,
And while holding your hand,
I was trying to witness,
That phenomenon,
That was occuring,occupying,
The unfulfilled gap of desires,
Between us.
I dived into a person,
I craved to taste the emotions,
For so long.
A person with bruises ,
More deep and deteriorating than me,
But hiding everything behind the skin,
Like a man with no scars.
That night, I witnessed the reason
Behind his silence,
The past that made him go silent,
That sealed his words,
Imprisoned for the fear of being questioned.
That night,
I fell more in love with him,
I held his hands more tightly,
With the fear of not letting him go,
Vanish,in the fog of the time
Volatile, as the air around me.
That night,
I decided I want to be with you,
More, if destiny allows us.
Or may be ,
If he wants it.
But I want to be in his vicinity.
~Zikraπ₯
On a cold winter night,
While sitting next to him,
Under a rusted shelter,
I held his hand,
His hands were cold,
Mine were warm,
With desires burning,
To shower on him.
His lips were speaking,
Stories of the day,
He lived silently ,
When he was ,
In need of a shoulder ,
To lay his head,
And let his tears ,
Soak in the cloth.
His eyes were filled,
With tears and traumas,
And enchanting tales,
Of the dark days,
He has gone through ,
All alone.
Roads were filled will people,
But our presence was covered ,
With blanket of night,
Under the sky,
When all the planets were aligned together,
In a row, the phenomenon
For which the entire world was waiting to witness,
Then,
In a corner of the world,
We were trying to assemble ,
The scattered pieces of our souls.
Our feelings were aligned together,
And while holding your hand,
I was trying to witness,
That phenomenon,
That was occuring,occupying,
The unfulfilled gap of desires,
Between us.
I dived into a person,
I craved to taste the emotions,
For so long.
A person with bruises ,
More deep and deteriorating than me,
But hiding everything behind the skin,
Like a man with no scars.
That night, I witnessed the reason
Behind his silence,
The past that made him go silent,
That sealed his words,
Imprisoned for the fear of being questioned.
That night,
I fell more in love with him,
I held his hands more tightly,
With the fear of not letting him go,
Vanish,in the fog of the time
Volatile, as the air around me.
That night,
I decided I want to be with you,
More, if destiny allows us.
Or may be ,
If he wants it.
But I want to be in his vicinity.
~Zikraπ₯
