Or Stay Here

Let’s go back to the point

Where dreams seemed more real

Than reality itself

Or stay here,

Where reality is full of dreams

Fulfilled

Let’s go back to the point

Where we imagined a garden

Complete with fragrance of flowers

Or stay here,

Where the soil is also

Fragrant

Let’s go back to the point

Where we wanted to grow up faster

Than the speed of light

Or stay here,

Where childhood seems like

Bliss

Dance

The rhythm was easy, enticing, and if possible, also sensual. The music caressed her arms just inches below from where he held her. They moved gracefully. As if they had been practicing for years; as if the moment had been painstakingly choreographed. They stopped for a fraction of a second and looked into each other’s eyes. They gazed into each other’s eyes as if trying their best to see what the future held. They returned to the motion as gracefully as they had stopped. Like they had never stopped. He looked down. The gaze broke. And the music stopped.