Love Never Ages, Maybe

By Yash Abhrankash Panda

not that i don't remember how it was

when we stood just an inch apart;

you brought with you december's mania

sending chills down my spine like a tune by mozart.

i wanna see the first smile you threw at my song,

the first tear you shed to my sad stories, clocks

reminding us that we had less and less time

with everyday passing so you cared for me more.

i wanna fall in love with you, all over again

how you stared at my soul and i didn't hesitate.

i want you to tell me the best and the worst of the days,

to be the best sane end to my play.

let's travel from nervous eye contacts

to covert bias, combat the lovers' shy drawbacks

and let's get naked and eat our odours;

skip the semicolons and sleep with closed doors.

By Yash Abhrankash Panda