By Wahengbam Niraj Singh
We've danced around like shadows in dusk,
Each glance, a question neither dares to trust.
I count days, with embers in my chest,
Cause one day, all might be meaningless.
The silence stretches like a thread, wide,
Yet still, I'm pulled by your lunar tide.
Here I stand, between my Mars,
Hoping you'll catch me among the stars.
You drift, unsure where you stand,
While I hold back, afraid to land.
What if we spoke, and set it free?
Would it bind us, or let us be?
The thrill of hope, the ache of doubt,
What could we be? What's this about?
So here we are, this careful game,
Both too scared to give it a name.