Walking through life means
stepping into potholes
Unglamorous pauses from
unaccountable losses...
Riding tandem with you
in blistering pace amidst
drizzles reminds me of whistles
in the middle of a dream...
You are not what you are
when you speak of schemes
you seem like an old man but
when you ride, you are so wild...
Walking, riding, dreaming
are parts of one lifetime
lapses in one moment can cause
morbidity, undue deferment...
You are so cold and I am so warm
my tea has spilled from the cup
and I can't see the colors of love
because you have turned off the light...
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