Canvas

By Krish Sharma

It’s the seconds with you I wait for days,

The fabled giggles and melodic ways.

Blue turns me your lips, oh lover

When our tongue dances in romantic plays.

A billion times I would fall for you,

And you never seemed to know so why.

Millenniums is worth the falling

Which has me standing pink in blackish sky.

No justice in my words or expressions,

In my presents to you from present or past.

To the burden of Venus, you hold my baby,

The only reason for my breaths to last.

Now, only if you can paint a picture 

Depicting me holding your hand,

The colours won’t ever fade, I promise,

Even if I myself turned to sand.

By Krish Sharma