Permission

I want to time-travel 

And 

I want to be in my hey days of past. 

The present is bitter, 

The present is so caustic. 

Though I breathe to nurture 

The wishes of the world, 

My wishes have died, 

My longings have gone to oblivion.

Before my feeble body withdraws

Permission to breathe, 

I want to time-travel 

And 

beguile time in your arms, 

Oh! My diamond, 

I want to croon, 

I want to tell how much I love you, 

I want to tell how much I miss you 

And how life has become insipid 

And colourless without the 

Colors of your lipstick. 

I coax you to love me once, 

I coax you to love me once 

Before time-travel ceases my permission.