As the times passes, you are slipping out from me,
Going into infinity, reaching to a black hole,
In one-way, into irreversible direction,
This is how you think.
But there is difference in opinion
As far we are going away,
As little as we are seeing each other,
As few we are talking to one other.
Bond between us getting robust,
Perplexing of meeting,
Desperation to seeing
Imagination to facing
Desire to holding
Yes, this is another way of I thinks
Just differences of opinion
Opposite attracts Bong.
© Abhishek Yadav -2017
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