Wandering Souls

Meandering curls run across her neck

Revealing a mark so enticing

You would not wish to run your fingers through her hair.

Arresting your soul with her glances,

She captures your imagination like none does.

A keen observer, her laughter echoes

In your mind and opens up windows to your soul.

Let me talk real slowly

Let me try real hard

Perhaps she will realize

That she possesses my heart.

There can only be night when she leaves

It is always sunny when she is around.

They say excess of anything is rendered insignificant,

Except my longing for her.

At times I wish she spent some time with me

Like the countless hours she spends courting solitude.

Let me talk real slowly

Let me try real hard

Perhaps she will realize

That she possesses my heart.

She soothes your restless mind

Like a messiah would dissolve the differences

In this fragmented world.

She makes you dream, like the one I had last night.

We were on the edge of a cliff

Watching a belt of asteroids,

Shooting over our head.

We asked ourselves if our feet had gotten too weary,

In the quest for perfection.

Our wandering souls had a conversation

We decided to stall our journey for a while.

Let me talk real slowly

Let me try real hard

Perhaps she will realize

That she possesses my heart.

Rupajyoti Dutta | PGDM 2016-18