A Bucket Of Paint Poem by Piyush Dey

It matters not how far we are,
O my dear, you have faith in me,
I have faith in you, so without
a second thought-
Take you brush out and start
coloring the sky with that bucket
of paint that lies in your heart,
with your tender hands, O my dear,
paint the sky, the limitless sky,
that lie lingering over your head,
Only then-
shall i be able to smell your presence,
for the paint shall serve as your heart
beats and the distance between us
shall serve as your breaths,
when the fragrance of air and the
sight of the paint may reach my senses,
I shall come, my dear, floating with the
midnight moonlight,
to mingle with the silky paint which
you painted over the sky,
and become one with your soul,
and then- you shall see me, my
face over the sky, smiling, in the
midnight.