That's what I feel myself with you

Captivated by your splendour

I could watch a million skies set and rise

Only we could hear the secrets of our love

and see the purity of it in each other’s eyes

I get to know you every day again

As I relish the taste of your lips

I can feel the satisfaction you feel

As I touch your round and rosy cheeks

Softness of your voice strums like a lullaby

Just a single thought of you makes my words fly

Whenever we hug our souls mingle

I feel myself complete when I’m with you

I'm a common man

Hardly I cross adolescent

My youth comes with loads of responsibilities

The child full of big dreams

Have to face the world with cruel realities

Fascinated by the charismatic world

I aspire for luxury, I can never have

Passionate about being famous

Mostly end up blaming fate for what I have

Have to go to work daily

And a single delay in my wages disturbs my economy

Have been postponing the big plans for travel

As I’m so busy handling a duty, my family

Have been saving money for years still not enough

Even the money I spend for basic necessities have to be in check

Imposed with rituals, religion, caste and the society itself

But in between all this, those few happy memories are my wealth

I’m a common man

And I’ll always be a common

From the first breath I took

To the last when I’ll be dead 

yellow pages of journal

Feeling the words written 

over those yellow pages of journal

I can imagine you writing

About the beauty of cold summer night

It's old, many words had faded away from the corners

But the memories and the characters come alive every time I read it

While reading poem about the love we made on that wintery night

I held my pillow to feel your warmth, cuddled myself tight

While reading the poem about that long walk in rainy evening

I can hear us talking and laughing, every moment I'm reliving

Every morning I watch those dew droplets shine

And hear the birds singing "your love is mine"

Every night I lie under the sky & watch the stars divine

And the silent breeze rhythms through those pines

On the last page even that half written poem with these lines

Seems complete as our love is boundless to time