Let us go now, it is getting late,
Some things will have to wait.
We will deal with love tomorrow,
As these stolen kisses will never know
The difference between love and game.
After some time you’ll forget my name.
But these equations are rather strange,
Beyond any frequency or range,
Because this passion and intensity
Will always hold our freedom in captivity,
And we will not be able to see,
If it had been love or plain curiosity.
© Jaspreet Mann. Flashback (2011). All Rights Reserved)