THE LONGING

Don’t know how long,

But you make me wait,

In hope we’ll make it,

Before it’s too late.

Your mystic glance,

Moves me to a trance,

Try to recover,

But stand no chance.

And when I am lost in those eyes,

Time comes to a still,

Seems like you are the one,

That I only will.

You leave me confused,

With your mysterious smiles,

And comprehending them,

Is like walking miles.

This misery is taking a toll,

My future is on a roll,

Don’t deny me now,

Keep the doors ajar,

Let’s go on a clandestine journey,

Afar and under the stars.

This life will not happen again,

Don’t wait for fate,

And let’s make it,

Before it’s too late.

-- Mandeep Singh