The Tryst

This one is very close to my heart. The poem is dedicated to the countless who are miles apart and are yet so near!

How I longed for (those) eyes so bright.
How I craved that hug so tight.
Traces of tresses, the moon within,
Am I in heaven, (or) was it the grin.

They say its spring, the trees too concur,
Why is that feeling? Is it the shiver??
Don't touch me now, do touch me now.
Heads says I die, Tails says I die. 

The day will come, come what may,

Mountains and sunshine, we'll trot away.
Mountains and sunshine; and lakes so blue,
Hold on to your breath, and to mine too.

Nest on a tree, chandelier is dew,

Green is the carpet, roof is The blue.

Crimson, and Golden, and Crimson, and Silver,
Mother (Nature) for the garden, Mother (Nature) for the mirror!

Don't say it dear, (your) eyes say it all,
Back to the darkness, back to the real.
I promise those eyes, my promise to you too,
Hold on to your breath, and to mine too.