by Megha's World


Dance of the emotions

Catching of the gaze

Passing glimpse of the face

Fleeting touch of your hands

Feeling the untouched

Living the love

Absorbing your presence

and drowning in your essence

Standing in the crowd

Only felt by the one

Making the eye contact

and feeling the unspoken words

Standing here in a crowded room

Felt so alone with you.

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