Two perfect strangers, glare into each others eyes. Watch and see what they want to see. They delve deep, knowing there is no escape, explore as dangerously as they can. Sipping coffee in cafes, making excuses to move into each others spaces. Conversing like the world ceases to exist, waiting for it to rain, holding hands again. Impatiently looking at the watch late at night; waiting for the next day to come. Waiting to dress up in red or brown. Smiling at the world observing flowers and the starlit night. Holding each other tight, making love like crazy, kissing gently, slowing down to sink in that fragrance.
Two perfect strangers, glare into each others eyes with nothing really to say. They are as they were, strangers! This time knowing that's how they know each other best.
2 comments:
Have read something similar somewhere ... have felt something similar somewhere... Nice read
Hmm:) Oi maine koi thoughts churaaya nahin hai.
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