As
I exhale some smoke into the air,
My
tilted head faces the sky.
In
ages, it seems, I see stars,
The
earth, subconsciously, I leave behind.
This
oneness with the universe,
Rekindles
a sense of being alive,
On
the outside,
And
then, somewhere inside.
And
it brings back memories,
Of
a time,
Spent
with souls almost incorruptible,
And
of time, or lack thereof,
That
left us vulnerable, susceptible.
Breaking
all its defenses,
A
particularly strong ache,
Pierces
through my heart tonight.
And
you cloud my conscience, mate.
All
that we need to catch up on,
For
wrong timings, be kept aside,
Chances could all be exhausted,
But
by love, we still abide.
Always
be mindful,
Of
my blatant inability to lie.
And
so, love with all your heart,
Till
the impossible final goodbye.
