You have gripped my Hand so firm
Me is lost in the maze of your charms
Your moon-like eyes get me believing
That we are drawing the letter L

Ah! It is taking long to reach the corner
That we can hit the dead end (point of no return)
We are the case of two blind leaders
Try and error is the only regulation enforced

Though yours hand is on top of mine
I believe I have some vision to lead the way
Because you have missed the target ten times now
I am also convinced that you are teaching me
Because I’ve been bleeding tears of joy
I have cried that blissful tear

As I am busy groaning, chattering, grinding my teeth
Swinging my pelvic parameter
Indulging in I-want-more!! kind of a cry
You’re talking and talking and talking some little nothings
Still my heart can detect promises in them

The game has drowned you in insanity
You are saying sweet things that have poisoned my sanity
You promise that we’ll draw L forever
We will draw it in water, on land and in heavens and I love it

My heart is filled to the brim with excitement
My eyes have turned white
My skin has surrendered to paleness
In a blur vision I see nothing but an open sky

Archaic font-ed words smear the space
They smell prophetic
They say the letter L we have been drawing is for nothing
But just to get you to learn how to drive away

I feel your finger sliding on my milk smooth neck
Accelerated and cruising via my petit bushy stomach
Bumping through hilly road that is my belly button
To move on the slop
It slices through the two humps and crashes on the bank of sensory neurons
It hits with an emergency break
To jerk me in a resuscitation

Despite of the bliss, the prophesy dictates loneliness
You will practice on me and maneuver in bigger vehicles
I will stand on the edge with my tongue crawling in your ears
But all in a fantasy

These driving lessons will yield nothing
But designing of a dictator
By adding an extra fiber on your blood-stiff-spinal code
Your sweat will become bloody expensive to swim in
Your saliva too sweet that every creature would desire it

Yet I have a plan in mind
Every story, like life passes through beginning, middle and end
Think of a human being who has been denied one of the three
As slow as you are I will run past over you
I will reach to my finishing line and participate no more
I will freeze my donor aid and plant pot holes

You will roar like a wind
Get to your knees and beg
But I shall be gone...wait a moment I am coming