As It’s You
Sometimes your memories become a museum ,
A museum I roam, getting myself lost.
Sometimes your ticking love becomes my life ,
My life I live , till you are there.
Sometimes your smile becomes my dreamscape,
My dreamscape I get myself painted in , with love.
A Drug of Choice ,
My sweet Nector to suck .
A Radio to Music Notes ,
My solemn Solace .
A Rainbow of Sky ,
My color’s to life .
A bitter-sweet taste to the tastebuds ,
My Healing Healer .
Sometimes your smell of summer becomes my fragrance ,
My Fragnance I fall in , as its yours .
Sometimes your shadow becomes my shadow,
My shadow I keep forever , as it never leaves me(you).
Sometimes your rain(love) showers, becomes my comfort,
My comfort I fall asleep in , as it’s like an Angel of mine.
A bonfire smoke ,
My warmth in the winter cold .
A Rustling of leaves ,
My Autumn season love .
A Lucid dream ,
My day-dreaming dreams of you .
A Shade of grey ,
My lone immortal Sanity(you) .
By Nandini Mehta