Unpacked boxes are hopes afraid to be dreams,
Seasons they come, bloom, wither and go.
And we see our dreams again and again,
Some sang to us, wooed us,
But we were busy elsewhere,
Despite of all insignificant matches,
In our rhythms and cynical views,
I looked over you, short on time.
In conflict and compromises of life,
Something new kept coming between us.
There… we view sunsets afar through tunnels of time,
Float into whimsical starry nights,
Waltz upon clouds, across the universe ,
That ….reminds me of our promise,
For scripting a new destiny for us,
As life warms up to us in love,
We find our own soft spotlight,
Where the music is mellow with smiles,
Surprises, silly fights…galore,
When did it start smelling burnt?
As we rub each other down,
As we build each other up,
That aroma emanating from heart,
That culminates into our story.
We think ….
If only everything was a wee bit different,
A wee bit rosier, a wee bit starrier, A wee bit lovelier.
Well let’s put our imagination to use…
A mismatched dream….
Cheers to the life we make!!!!