Running On Empty Dreams Poem by vidyut chakraborty

A seven years’ dream turned into a story
in seventh heaven.
Two hearts’ desire fell apart
with lust in need.
It took seven years, all by chance,
to meet the end in deed.
Kisses were engrossed,
pubis were touched, not nailed,
two chests tried to be pressed in fidelity.
Promises and oaths were chanted,
as if the two minds are one,
as if the two bodies are made for each other.
A lot of streams flow,
series of volcanoes burst,
to create a new world in the next birth,
as if the two were made in the primitive.
After less than seven months,
the woman split away
to den within her own story.
The man woos much more
to touch the eternal love they swear.
Running on Empty Dreams
The love story gets lost in history.