Chetan Tehlan

(15-08-1995 / new delhi 73)

Conspire


“My heart is pounding
And my breath is on fire;
But I won’t let you go
Until our dreams conspire! ”

It’s been happened
And will happen all over again
You and me, complete
Painted down in this picture frame,
I know this sounds crazy
But what is not?
Is our life too stupid?
To give it a shot?
(NOOOO! ! ! !)
I don’t care what people are obsessing,
Or whatever the hell they are possessing!
Cuz later their tokens of possessions will go
And will never come back;
And I will not be there,
To give them a shack

But in the meantime I be there
With you,
With all I can give
Or with all I can hire,
Even though you don’t want it or not,
Cuz I won’t let you go
Until ours dreams conspire.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 16, 2014
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