These walls, the distance and the pain
are momentary, illusionary and ugly.
Believe me, once again
on the clouds you will ride
and come to my world, to meet me
on that side.
Let fate have this round and rejoice,
dear, our time awaits us
not here but there – the world of our choice.
The world is full of truth and lies;
well, I see nothing beyond your eyes.
by alok mishra