By Atmaja Choudhury
Holding thoughts
of how do we join the dots,
we discover the line
was drawn long ago.
Night climbs to the starry sky,
heart aches and we pass by.
Moments glitch but stand still,
as we know perfection is a myth.
Of one another-
eyes meet,
all the worlds stop,
taking a sip of eternity,
diving into our souls
whilst sitting afar.
You write down my spine,
through my veins-
unheard yearnings,
as we sing along again.