When it is Love's Turn

By Abhishek Bodne

I wanna feel the London dampness with you,

To see Paris through fresh eyes,

To be lost in the dense fog ,but assured ,

That I will always be found ;by you.

To chase those trams with our white shoes on,

To conceal love-notes in the strangest of places,

For generations of Beings to find them and remember us,

For I deeply and longingly ,mean “ I love you 3000”.

Sitting in the Central Park, thinking about the palpable vibe,

Wishing for a mistletoe to bloom, only to avoid it ,

Siping our coffee on the Eiffel Tower,

And waltzing on “ la vie en rose”, only to make our own love blush.

Eating macaroons in expensive restaurant

And twisting our legs beneath the table,

Slipping into the back alley to kiss.

For You are my ‘Sexually teasing tornado’ Miss.

By Abhishek Bodne