My soul met your soul
As poet discern words for his poem
We met like torn pieces of our past
For the happiness that will forever last
The long evening walks, and purple haze
Orange hues of sunset, and your gaze
Warm hugs on winter nights
The prolonged kiss till the twilight
Soft smile of your eyes beneath your glasses
We were different than masses
Our stars were meant to meet
And become a galaxy
Our hearts were meant to meet
To become the Universe!

A soul of a wanderer!

Hers is a soul of a wanderer,
That wandered in dreams too.

Dreams of far off lands,
Dreams of deserts, covered with sand.

Dreams of climbing mountains and alpines
Dreams of forests, and see the roots entwine.

Dreams of sleeping on mother earth, sky high above,
Dreams of finding one true love.

Dreams of walking on unknown roads,
Dreams of sea, and see the shore erode.

She longs for sunrise in her dreams,
Dreams of silent sunset! Ignoring all scream.

Dreams of stars and shine,
Dreams of big beaming smile.

Dreams of being strong and do not wither,
Dreams of being as soft as a feather.

Dreams of flying like a bird,
Dreams of vast sky, and longs to swirl.

Dreams of being in wild,
Dreams of being like a child.

Dreams of burning wood and fire,
A heart that is full of desires.

Dreams of not fame or glory,
But someday, writing one perfect story.

Hers is a soul of a wanderer,
That wandered in dreams too.

Efflux of emotions and words!

She and Stars!

She and Stars!