Your Real World

I loved you in my quiet ways, From outside where your daylight stays. Where songs I knew could never reach The hills you climb, the tongue you speak. I held your name like sacred fire, But never touched your heart's empire. You smiled, but still I couldn’t find The door into your deeper mind. Did I love a dream, or did I try To step beneath your Mizoram sky? To learn your world, your soul, your rain— Or did I stay outside your pain? If love is more than sweet goodbyes, Then let me see through your own eyes. Let me belong not just in name— But in your silence, pride, and flame. But if you go, and close that gate, I’ll carry love, but not with hate. Just sorrow for the chance I missed, To enter you—beyond the kiss.