Ankur Thakur (13-10-1994 / Samastipur & New Delhi)
You Me And Your Teddy In Between
I am alone,
Sitting in my cold room,
Badly I wish you too to be here,
I, You and your Teddy all near...
Holding your palms,
I would take you to my bed,
There we would lie down softly,
My head on your hand,
And my hand playing with your hairs.
We would not just speak,
We would not just laugh,
We would not just play,
If someone came and opened the door,
He would say 'how mad they are',
And then he would leave us,
And then I am sure I would hear you giggle...
Everytime you would pull my nose,
Beyond my strength,
Without my wish,
My entire head to toe shall shiver,
Feeling your warmth and breaths so near...
After it would become unreturnable,
I would ask you to close,
Your beautiful eyelined eyes,
Take out your glasses,
Putting it on a nearby maze,
And then would simply stare at your face.
I know just after few seconds,
You would turn a little inquisitive,
And open your eyes,
I would let your face dig in my chests,
Then I would sing for you,
The most romantic lovestory,
And keep my lips moving,
Untill we both slowly diffuse to sleep...
What a lovely scene it would seem,
With you, me and your teddy in between...
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