Counting My Nights

i keep counting my nights
when the moon 
will cast your shadow on me,
when the breeze
will heal our wounds,
when the drizzle
will soothe our soul,
when you seek my presence
to usher in warmth to your world
when i can find me back
in your eyes,
again

i keep counting my nights,
when you'd be standing at the door, 
draped with hope,
when with excitement in eyes,
your hands 
would wrap around me,
when your overflowing eyes
would unleash a tsunami in mine,
when you speak
with a priceless silence,
from an unmatched closeness,
that only our hearts
could hear
again

i keep counting my nights
when the only fragrance i smell,
other than you,
is of the piping hot ginger tea,
when my heart finds a lease of life,
when your fingers are locked in mine,
when you sit by me,
shoulder leaning on the other's,
as we watch the birds
feed each other from their beaks,
when you don't utter a word
yet share the stories,
we shared,
and the epics we missed,
when we let silly nothings
become a habit,
again

i keep counting my nights
when we pick our stories
from where we left,
when the days would be short
for the nights to be long
and endless,
when the dreams
come unto life,
when we lose ourselves,
together,
to never part,
to be alone,
never again!






© sashikant mohanty