In a Mid-June stormy breeze

For some unknown reason
The strings of our heart
Continue to get crossed.
The way — intensely
They rub against each other,
Entangled by a mysterious spell
Cast by your eyes.
Eyes — those are conjuror of
Illusion,
Two strings — like arc
Sparkling brightly.
Too many thoughts
Coming back to us,
To our story
Again and again.
Brain entirely collapsed
When my whispering heart
Speak to yours my love.
And
No matter what goes on
No matter how many eyes
Burning us with their curious jealous mind,
I’d be still watching you
Looking into my eyes
With the lost last sense of yours.
I’d be still watching you crave
To touch my hand
To feel my fingers locked in yours
When walking through the
Ocean of mad men around.
I’d be watching you
Standing amidst chaos
— in silence
Sensing my very being
— my each emphatic movement
When the electric waves of your heart
Reaching me constantly
But I’d be still watching you
— your rustling apron
Waving all the uncertainty good-bye
In a Mid-June stormy breeze.

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