Permission
Permission
I want to time-travel
And
I want to be in my hey days of past.
The present is bitter,
The present is so caustic.
Though I breathe to nurture
The wishes of the world,
My wishes have died,
My longings have gone to oblivion.
Before my feeble body withdraws
Permission to breathe,
I want to time-travel
And
beguile time in your arms,
Oh! My diamond,
I want to croon,
I want to tell how much I love you,
I want to tell how much I miss you
And how life has become insipid
And colourless without the
Colors of your lipstick.
I coax you to love me once,
I coax you to love me once
Before time-travel ceases my permission.