I can almost feel...her
She's not in my air though I can nearly breathe...her
Perhaps she's part of my disconnect
Her space I cannot dissect
In a parallel universe
All that's mine is really just hers
Striving hard to keep control
On reality I must have hold
Slave to this romantic idea
She's not something I'd find in Ikea
I know that she does exist
And so my mind decides to persist
I've only been waiting for so long
Whole while playing the same damn song
Trying to put my own pieces together
Though the glue won't hold forever
It probably sounds just plain crazy
That I can almost hear her voice through the air that's hazy
I flee away to my personal islet
And I miss the presence of one Ms Violet
As I lay on my bed this night
I know I won't just give up her light
Even if I could just wish her away
I'd rather leave my heart on the silver tray
Even now I can almost feel her
Nearly breathe her air in the stratosphere
She may one day read this very verse
When she joins me from that parallel universe
© Rahul Chidambaran 2011