In the crisp of healing
Thick of time
Waves of hope
Warmth of chai
Light of moon with stars full of shine
You hold my hand
For the longest of time.
I can still sense your gaze, fragrance and smiles.
I still know the specific shade of your eyes.
I can see you waiting for me under the streetlights.
I still remember the Summer, Rains, Springs of our togetherness of our good times.
I wish you don’t get lost in dust, dusk, crowds and horns,
I wish you get to come home to no gloom, no shadows and clearer warns.
I hope you get to catch your breathe in the lost time,
I hope you get honey swirled bread with Sunny-Side Up.
Hope someone brews you a cup of chai like mine, and hope someone love your hands like mine...