Once again,
my arms hurt.
For I know they
crave for a memory
of how to hold
and to be held.-
First time,
You held my
hand and I knew
How peace feels like.
First time,
I heard those
unsaid words when your
heart sang a musical rhyme.
First time,
We felt our void
can be filled with the
cool breeze of togetherness.
First time,
I learned that life can
be beautiful, even when
you're living in mess.
First time,
I met you, I haven't
thought that you could
bring my smile.
Maybe, I'm not first
to look at you with love.
But I'm one of those
who always will love,
whenever I'll look into your eyes.-
Sometimes distance
makes us realized
how much we want to be held tight.
Just to feel those warmth tonight.
It makes us longed for that touch.
The touch of love from our hearts.
-
When your hand craves to be held,
lend it your other hand.
Remember you have two hands.-
बूँद पड़ी जो समुंदर में, जानत है सब कोय ।
समुंदर समाना बूँद में, बूझै बिरला कोय ॥
The drop falls in the ocean, everyone knows
The ocean is held in a drop, a rare one knows-