And to this Day...

And to this day,

I say again…and to this day, even today I love talking to you.

I don’t know when night turns into day

And the dark sky makes way for the bright sun.

May be you are more important of a miracle to me than them.

You are here, I am here.

You and me, we can make world a little better.

Ok may be not the nuclear scared real world,

But the world we will make.

Oh yes! I dream of a house and kids with you.

I shall make the bread and you can cut the vegetables.

I can make the night bed and you can serve morning tea.

And maybe this is how we shall complete a century of togetherness.

I know I go into too deep, too much of ahead.

And I also know you hate me for this because you say you can’t commit.

But when did I say I seek approval to adore you?

I wish to see your face every morning as I open my eyes.

I wish your playful touch on my hair as I lift you up tight.

I wish to touch your wet lips through mine.

I wish to tease you when you are upset.

I wish to know you in and out when are still a secret treasure box.

I wish and pray for your well being every day and every night as I close my eyes

And as I always tell you,

It is not through my eyes that I see you. It is only, truth be told from heart, through my pious soul that I see your beauty reflected on the mirror of your eminent knowledge