These Days
These days I'm a servant
Of your unique scent
Conscious gathering words
To describe your face
Wishing longer and slow motion frames
The pleasure and no measure
Of these days...
When we touched each other's hands again
The "old feeling" like the jazzman said
Breaks into the scene
Rewinded on my thoughts
Thoughts that always flows towards you
You and your crystal ebony eyes
Nothing like mine whose just stare
The smooth curves that drives me insane
Yes madam, I revere these days...
