The city is covered in thick fog
The sound of the mist on the tin roof
drifts me to a romantic night
That memory keeps typing on
an invisible keyboard.
As I walk through the busy city
you walk along with me.
In reality, memories are
soft and moving
These make my whole day colorful.
Love has become
digital these days
The feelings do not tolerate data loss.
The messages get deleted
the screen changes
and people change too
But love doesn’t follow network rules
it remains active offline as well.
Sitting on my bed at night,
when I think of you,
it feels like an unknown map
has unfolded,
where your daily routine
from morning till evening
floats by…. appears before me.
I feel you are looking at me.
You’re so far
yet It feels like I can touch you
just by reaching out my hand.
Our non-selfie moments
come crowding in
on the gentle breeze.
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