Perhaps Like Electrical Lines

No buddy,

We are not parallel lines,

We are not the projection of points over a hexagonal plane,

When I travel through train and longing for your cuddles,

My half sleepy eyes got a view of electrical lines outside,

I ran towards the window and kept the hand down my chin and watched again,

It awestruck me,

When you see electrical lines from a running train,

There are sometimes it appears they collided,

Or they simply met for a handshake,

Or they touch each other to tease to ignite never-ending foreplay,

See, there is love everywhere,

Even the live lines want to kiss each other,

Here I am making my soul pure for every moment,

Just to get a kiss from your lips,

To cuddle some time while you caress my body,

Perhaps we were like those lines,

One is stupid another one is ruptured here,

But what we die for is,

A bit of love and care in the form of attention.