. Give me one piece of you, I want to be a part of these dusky hues, in this orange evening of such caramelised view, i don't want my patience to die in dues. your love wanders me off to places, Places I have never been in my shoes, I want to rise in those mornings after busy and tired nights, where my sun looks like you.
Give me one piece of you, your astonishing face silhouettes the darkest sides of my heart, that sits on a distant mountain where every long distance lover meets and hugs. Your charisma is like rain over the gravestones where even the dead souls with affection plough the seeds of love. I myself never expected much from you, I'm a dingy prison cell with poor ventilation, I smell dead in dews.
Give me one piece of you, your positivity runs around people like an unstoppable four year old kid running in the playground without any fear, with no danger, just in the flow knowing no bounds, you are that calmness by the seashore where every poet wishes to sit and listen to the song of silence and breathe in the essence of stillness.
Give me one piece of you, you don't live on Earth nor in Heaven, your realm lied somewhere in between, your long shiny hair teaches me how to keep patience when problems fall forth and I start feeling hopeless and the body shivers like rail tracks having a thousand junction, a long gone smile suddenly alarms when air stirs your whispers around, it refreshens every soul who sniffs it in and sniffs it out. . [Give me one piece of you 'cause my love is accidental and just wants to be let alone, Isn't it way better than the love we seek for years and years but never find?] . . Vikas jati, a girl I started loving accidentally.