I scratch my reminiscing heart,
And I get itching sensations
To hold her once more but this time for forever
She vanishes as she is punctual daughter of clocks,
But I am very obeying idol of regular and routine feelings
And I remain in fort of dreamy emotions
I call her to submit to our own world of fulfillment of romantic rivalry
As each heart races as they are in competitive mode,
And if I confess, I don’t miss you then it’s insincere lying metaphors of heart
Instead , O for a beaker of your genuine smooches !
I crave for , and long for , and not bunking even my eyes blink for a while
See, I am not political dramatist in false cinematography of my lusting feelings just for you !
If I want you , then it’s at the level of fundamental necessity of my heart,
And our togetherness isn’t less than any holy festival of sacred folk