Until We Reach Somewhere Poem by Piyush Dey

When the sun says he is done,
or the moon proposes his love
to the shimmering stars,
or when the air stands still
with no more storm, with no
more rain,
let's, my dear, stop everything
that is ought to happen, that
is going to happen, now,
just now for a moment,
let us let the time even flow
a little further,
let us, for a moment, leave
everything into the hands of
the unknown,
let's sit empty-handed, free
from any thoughts of day and
night,
and peek into each others eyes
and, with utter indulgence, recite
the happiness of this moment or
the days that went so joyously,
come my dear,
let's sing together the songs of
the springs when the sun wasn't
so high or the winters when we
didn't cry,
let's make this world into a
cloud and make us over it and
forget everything that has passed,
as if nothing had happened at all,
and then let's shall move to sea
and mingle with it's dampness and
let's shall roll upon it's lap
each time with laughter and keep
laughing at the same jokes over
and over, and keep flowing on
and on, until we reach somewhere
whole and happy.