As you quest
For the right numbers
To fill in the right formulas
From which your answers are wrought,
So do I journey
For the right letters
To form the right words
From which this poem is crafted.
As you feel
A sense of nervousness
Or maybe even a tiny tinge of fear
While you struggle to find the right answers.
So do I feel
The shakiness of my nerves
And the cold touch of Phobos
While I struggle to give shape to my thoughts.
As you are lonely
Inside that crowded room;
Isolated by a deafening silence;
Engaged and encaged only in your thoughts,
So am I lonely
Inside this crowded room;
Where noise is drowned by the silence
Brought about the inescapable thoughts of you.
Though I long
To see your face again;
To hear your angelic voice
And whisper my heart out to your ear,
I am paralyzed in fear
That there won’t be any smiles
Nor would there be words leaving our lips
And we would stand there like complete strangers;
A few steps would seem worlds apart