Journey

Your soul is on a journey and so is mine
At some point, their paths will intertwine
Under the shade of the banyan tree
We will sit and wonder
If from the clutches of time
We'll ever be free


Will we ever chase the rainbows in the vast sky
Or melt in the raindrops as the rains go by
Wrap ourselves in the gushing wind
And kiss in the moonlight
And brighten the darkness within


Will our souls ever get to hold hands                                

And look into each other's eyes
Tell stories without words
That our hearts in love can understand


If time is eternal, then why aren't we
Bound by love. Just you and me
Someday.. May be someday


The sun will shine bright.. Brighter than everyday
Someday, sometime will be ours
More than what it is.. Everyday


Perhaps in my dream
Perhaps in yours too..

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