Real...

Zone of inhibition
Encrusted with diamonte stigma
Dots of social circumference
Hindering the flow
Of deep flourish
Yearn of breath
Entangled with lusciousness of new involvement
Twirling within between and beyond
The magnet of being that you are...
Control doesn't mean what it has to
with you around
I m invariably unrecognizable 
In the US
I dwell
You let
I form
You fret
We discuss fuss cuss 
Then gushes a river 
Attracting restlessness
Of the longing of blushing union
Of desirable accompaniment
Of lovable understanding
Of togetherness
Even if it means realizing the dream that we both see
For a miniscule moment of LOVE
What we wish for
In reformed trustis a chance, a hope
And a lifetime
Of oneness...
That may be was...
That definitely is...
And 
That what will never ever be...

#InBetweenTheLines


- Prajakta Sathe​