Dear You (Part Three)

 

Dear You,

I don’t know who you are ?

How do you do and where you are ?

But………….

I feel YOU, I feel your EXISTENCE,

Through the winds, Through the air,

You come closer to me and whisper in my ear,

Some GIBBERISH that I cannot COMPREHEND,

Cannot understand. Cannot APPREHEND.

Yet so SOOTHING. Yet so PLEASING.

Sounds as if Shreya Ghosal herself is TEASING.

Those obscure voices don't make me EXASPERATE,

But instead makes me more and more DESPERATE ,

To know who you are?

How do you do and where you are? 

Dear You,

I feel you, I feel your existence,

During the WINTER, During the SUMMER,

When amidst the DARKNESS, appears a little GLIMMER,

Showcasing the motion of your perfect SILHOUETTE

that I would love to capture in a VIDEO CASSETTE.

Those perfection of moves, AMBIGUOUS yet GREAT,

Which makes me more and more DESPERATE,

To know who you are?

How do you do and where you are? 

Dear You,

My heart cannot bear the OBSCURITY,

AMBIGUITY, BEWILDERNESS and PERPLEXITY,

I come closer to see your picture,

and find you draped in a dark veil,

Closer and Closer I come,

I almost see you, but to no avail,

All my effort goes to VAIN,

When the ALARM rings up and WAKES UP MY BRAIN.            

                                                                - Krick Koach