what is and what will always be mine

Every time I gaze out the window, and see the waning moon shine,
The same old question haunts me, why can’t she be mine,

The wind cries in the distance, the trees do nothing but whine,
And my heart couldn't stand it; it just wishes that you were mine,

It wasn't my fault or hers; it was just really wrong time,
And as you move farther away, I wonder if you’ll ever be mine,

Every time you come in front of me, you only look more sublime,
And the world stops right there, Waiting for you to be mine,

You say that I have hurt you but that was all fate’s design,
And my heart just won’t accept it when you say you will never be mine

Your hazel eyes are beautiful, Luscious than any other wine,
Though they were open when you kissed me, Should’ve known then that you were never mine

Unmindful of the world I stand here, waiting and biding for time,
And I am ready to be here forever, If only you’ll ever say that you’re mine

Places and moments and my good old friends, Nothing’s feels worth even a dime,
And maybe I’ll be myself again, the day you say that you’ll be mine

Your voice’s still ringing in my ear, Sweeter than any wind chime
And its melody will never fade away, If only you promise to be mine

I didn't know nor did anybody ever tell, that loving you could be such a crime
 And Guilty as accused I stay here, nothing would matter once you’re mine

I wish I could tell me how much I love you, But no words come out I can only mime
And the day you’ll understand what I mean, Will be the day that you’ll be mine

My heart never loses hope, always looking for the silver line
And what does it matter that you don’t understand now, the day is not far when you’ll be mine

You are trouble they say, I don’t blame them, they haven’t seen you in your prime
And every trouble I’ll take with unflinching faith, Just promise that someday you’ll be mine

My heart keeps singing this song for you; the words never lose their rhyme
Though it’s the meaning that matters, if you get them you will be mine

I know this isn't easy, nothing worth having ever is, and I have a mountain to climb
But then I have you on my side, and the hope that you’ll definitely be mine

You have said that you love me; I wonder what was going through your mind
Love me don’t love me what do I care, my love will someday make you mine

So I go on with my life my love, I know it’s only a matter of time
When you’ll break all the inhibitions, and say to me that you’re mine

And then the rain will pour on me, giving me the ominous sign
For then I’ll have you, what is and what will always be mine.












Location: Chandigarh, India

Comments

  1. Unknown8 January 2014 at 07:34

    Could not read this master piece before because i did not have time,
    No praise will the suffice the labour you have put for the words to rhyme,
    One day the literature world will be yours, that's the confidence of mine

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    1. amit bhatt8 January 2014 at 10:54

      i see that you have some of that quality in you as well :)
      as always, thanks man
      i'm glad you liked it..........
      and yes i do believe that one day it'll be mine :)

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