Longing

By Chinmaya Chawhan

You define my longing; Make my flesh feel the things in dreams it can't in reality. I know now what it is like, love I mean; It is when you look at me and smile like a light beam. Hopelessly I'm only waiting; Passing time doing charity. Maybe some messenger shall pass our ways; Tell us that, 'the way towards each other's destiny, is the same place.'

Forever hoping It is your lips that I'll kiss, The ones that without knowing I miss; Me, a girl they don't approach, saying fearfully, "She's his." What is this longing? I want it to end soon. I am lonely in visible phasing, Unchangingly appearing loom.

By Chinmaya Chawhan