This is about no fancy dreams but a serious wish. A dream that has worked upon me for years. There goes a million thoughts when she talks about her wishes to be in one of those well known places. Paris is the one favourite place for her. And I have made it my dream too.
But is that enough? It is about those days when we barely knew what we are in person and that we can be the same offline as well. It is about how she imagines her future with me and include me till the time death make us apart. The kind of lifetime goals she set along with me has made me believe that this one girl is the one for me. The right one. How she can be bossy and scold me but cannot even stand my friends speaking rude to me. You know the intensity of care and love it shows when she is perfectly possessive for me? It is indescribable! This is the point where I call her dreams to be our too. This long distance can keep us away but we are the one in mind. 😊
It is no joke when she talks about standing with mebeside Eiffel Tower and have her best kiss. That is where this idea of roaming in the streets of Paris, living our days in a vast room and have our meals away from the land where we belong. The place where we can walk streets and I can rest my hand on her lower back, like wanderers to walk a thousand steps more to let not these conversations in different countries ever end. No matter whichever the land be I wish a walk around Eiffel Tower be the best of her life and with me. The amount of happiness I have been asked for is like a dream come true and for lifetime memories. This one is gonna rest inside the bottom of her heart. 💝
It was no ordinary trip but the one which I knew I will remember forever. No matter how many lives we go together but the first time everything was out of the universe. Hitting my aura in a million pleasant ways, how you fell on my shoulder midway towards our destination, slept in my lap for hours to escape the disturbing noises and held my hand every morning you woke up! Travelling with you did not just bring happiness but also the realization of belonging to each other and how you only wish to tuck in my arms when the night gets darker and the world is a place of silence. I could hear you taking my name times when you had to change sides and when you wishes for a tender hug to pull you out of bed. In a million lives to come I will not be able to describe as a person or whatever I become in my births, how I felt travelling with your for the first time, unpacking our bags and realizing that we have to be ourselves and no one will watch us how reckless we can be at times and end up collecting bits and pieces for each other to help out.
Something which keeps me up all night is how your hair is not at all irritating when flowing on my face, your things lying around our bed, bags left open and the comfort that we will never leave this place. That this place is our home. The home for which we always wished for and we are here. A thought of leaving your city is such a horror that tomorrow life will be not as interesting as it is today with you here. The rat race keeps me miles away from you even if I have to meet you again sooner than the last time we met. Now years of waiting is over but your hugs are such that a few days feel like years longing for your it. For what I work and be awake is not money or success but another successful visit to you, another best date, another day ending with lots and lots of memories to cherish and another day that I will meet you. It is the restlessness of not talking to you from a distance and some clashes of our timings. But here I think we are more of us rather than what we are when not seeing each other. It is the magic of you I think which takes me to states, climb mountains, stay hungry for another lunch date, work harder for better gifts and obviously if nothing then just some amount to travel to see you! Now that my feet are cold I think your hug is a must. 🤗 ❤
If only my time was tranquil,
I would have talked to myself.
Let unrevealed grief speak,
Seek what instincts me.
I wish you could take a break,
Sit beside and listen to my siege.
The river of tears flow inside me,
See I inscribe these words of misery.