Two Drifting Souls

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I observe you in moments.

Messy hair on your forehead, veils creases.

Half smile with perplexing eyes

As just-born-kid dreamt at mid night

In the shadow of beaming night lamp

I can write you within pages and more pages.

I can make you stay in four by four white chambers and put a stamp.

But..

Is it okay to trap your identity and embellish reins?

Is it okay to alphabetize you among thin lines?

While I know how does one feels with transected wings.

Would anybody desire to circle up just in one theme?

Would anybody desire to remain wrapped just in one routine?

Let’s take a fair chance

And surprise each other as dripping trance.

I started enjoying silence since I got you whole?

No limitations. No criteria.

Just two drifting souls!  

Ankita Chauhan