From The Music Issue

When I see you listening
to a nice song harping on the rains
and the romance associated with its drizzle
I too get wet with desire
and want to melt in your arms…

When I see you
Playing the notes of a passionate melody
I wish that you were my lover
and I your dear beloved
in whose eyes you can see
love, love and only love…

When I see you watching
an amorous and dreamy album
I want to get inside the idiot box
and dance with the music
wishing that you keep gazing at me…

Yeah, I do know that
our love is ancient, archaic and antiquated
but,
there is no time and place for love
Isn’t it?

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