Wishful thinkin crosses my mind
while blissful wishin plays its course,
wanting to be with you in an inadvertant effort
at cutting it close to a heavenly soliloquy duet with oneself.
My heart travels incognito through yours,
while I sit paleface, with no veins
and sing a palsy rendition of my love for you.
Copyright © 2012 by Sneha Murali
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