And then, we drifted
Walking down the darkest, deserted lanes, we never knew existed.
Focused, yet disturbed by the chills of that touch that haunted.
'That guy with guitar', you smiled, while I was busy admiring every detail of that pink dress
In the twilight at New York street, it was not just sight, but heart that twisted.
But fuck it, you were out of the woods.
A life you always wanted, all good.
You still walk to your office, through the New York street
Taking the other lane, so we don't cross each other's feet.
But I'll still wait,
In the twilight at New York street
With a guitar in my hand and hope in eyes
To see you again in that pink dress sweet!
- Narayan Sharma
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