You were that elixir of transient happiness
Like the petrichor, ostentatiously aurablasts against me
You radiate with that halcyon daydream
In the process finding you, I lose my self
Once again, quintessentially locked underneath
An oriental place of emotions and wretched feelings
I time travel back to November, hoping I could save us
I broke into million shards of sorrow and tears
Tears that remain wet and probably will never dry
I soliloquize, only all the time and I always wonder where was the gravity
that pulled me to you?
Under the canopy of glimmering galaxies, I weave
Yet another chains of words to outline my feels.
Shri Ram:)
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