There are many circles in mind
few complete
and
many incomplete.
Completeness seeks you
and everytime
you stretch your arms
it maintains the bond.
Dwells incompleteness
hither and thither
it has nowhere to go
with its exhausted footprints.
Sometimes
shadows forget
that
they need to be casted.
That is when
I see you
alone in a grassland
searching a companion.
Sometimes
moon
surpasses
the beauty of the stars.
Beauty gets stolen
and
saved permanently
in the heart.
Mind only reads
your smile
your lips
your charm.
And those circles
make a unity
finding us
as a single entity.
a bpb2008 prayas
