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Daydreaming

Dec 2, 2025
2 min read

By Shatakshi Srivastava


Sitting like this staring at the moon

My heart sings a beautiful tune

A person I can’t get out of my mind

His characteristics start to fill my mind soon.


Cause in the silence of these secluded nights

The only sound I crave for is his voice

There’s a certain melody in it which I love

Wanna hear it when I sleep and rise.


There’s just some magic in those eyeballs

The eyes which he says are very small

Only if he could see through my pair

I see my world in his, my all.


A smile on which I can die with peace

Feels like heaven to say at least

To stare at him forever is all I want to do

In a fraction of second my heart he can seize.


Nothing in this world can compare

The softest textures I feel in his hair

Just to run my fingers through them

I can give away my everything for all I care.

The fragrance in which I lose my senses

My heart flutters my brain flinches

At the impossibility of someone having such control over me

His existence makes me so overwhelmed, so intense.


His talks can make me listen for years

Still with him even hours feel mere

I don’t care if he talks senseless or intellectual

Even his hii can make my soul cheer.


I’m so in love that my heart jumps when his notification chimes

Love his presence so much that I want him near all the time

I wish to spend my dawns and dusks with him everyday

Not just confined in the reveries of my head but always as mine.


My comfort character, on whom I can always lean

Him watching, caring, loving me, I’ve always seen

He can make me laugh too but my favourite is

Arms around me in an embrace making me feel the safest I’ve ever been.


I can go around this topic forever

Speaking about him – my favourite-est thing ever 

But maybe I can use this time to talk to him directly?

Each moment with him, I’d like to savour.


By Shatakshi Srivastava


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