My life,
I wait whole month for this day
I wait for your call
I sip hundred coffee cups
Imagining what would you really say
I wait for the third Saturday.
I know you will not take my name
I will never get your love’s coveted fame
Yet your picture is in my heart’s frame
I recall your sugary words
Slipping from most luscious lips
I still sense your untouched touch
From love-drugged eyes of yours
Not all that one wishes come true
Life is black and white not blue;
I sip hundred coffee cups
Imagining what would you really say
I wait for the third Saturday.
I was never near you in physical ways
I miss your love’s intangible ways
My dear, tell me once what your heart says
What you get lying on your bed watching fake stars
I imagine your face for endless hours
What ails me I can’t be by your side
How I wish to take you on a long ride
A day will come I will not be there
You will never know to find me where;
I sip hundred coffee cups
Imagining what would you really say
I wait for the third Saturday.
I wrote number of lines for you
I gave all my moments to you
What else do I need to get you
Ways to me lie only with you
You will never see what my fingers drew
On the back of your slender neck
Visible to you invisible to all
What seems to you a ticklish dove
Is nothing but my move on map of love;
I sip hundred coffee cups
Imagining what would you really say
I wait for the third Saturday.
All who feel you are with them
Misread your eyes and your words
You lost yourself as I did that day
Formed bonds of life-long love in full fray
Who needs a body to be with you
I rejoice in smell of yours
I rejoice in touch of yours
I rejoice in voice of yours
I rejoice in my pain of separation with you;
I sip hundred coffee cups
Imagining what would you really say
I wait for the third Saturday.
Oh my dear, I am sure
There will be a day in another life
When you will be with me hand in hand
I live life like this way
So that I may deserve such a third Saturday;
I sip hundred coffee cups
Imagining what would you really say
I wait for the third Saturday.
My life,
I wait whole month for this day
I wait for your call
I sip hundred coffee cups
Imagining what would you really say
I wait for the third Saturday.
– Prashant
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