Talk to you, I talk to you
Even when we are not talking, I still talk to you
Sitting on the edge of a thousand memories and ideas,
with the eyes open sometimes and closed otherwise,
Just here and somewhere else in my dreams,
You in front of me and I besides u maybe,
Where everything is just unreal but I still live the very bit of it,
Thinking how would it be, where would it be, what would I say and what would you tell,
Word by word and story by the story it’s all where I wanted you to be;
to see me, to hold me,
to guide me, to scold me,
to get ruffled and also to cherish it all!
I live us in the THEATRE OF MY THOUGHTS!