Wait for me. 

I love it when I have the ocean to myself, its waves inviting me to step within their folds, drawing me closer much like its daily game of tug-of-war with the adolescent moon, who despite the years, is unsure of rising into the ocean or sinking in the sky, for she cannot discern between the two too well. 

It is on such nights that I think of you the most. 

I love how words flow out of your mouth, for each syllable is a brazen attempt to violate codes of conduct, as they touch your lips on their way out. And once out, those words strike fear and excitement within me, touching me with an even bolder nerve, soaking me in emotions I had only read and heard about. 

Words become charms as you utter them. 

I love how every single thing that you told me has not faded into thin air - like sounds generally do - but remained and gathered into an ocean of words, that spans from horizon to horizon. It carries warm uplifting currents, fills deep gashes of mine that never healed and hides treasures unknown to most. 

I fight the urge to dive right into this ocean. 

And I love how you managed to turn the walls I had built around myself, into a makeshift boat. I don't carry life jackets as such (or parachutes for that matter). Instead, I wear the hope that falling in love and sinking into the ocean, has more to give than standing alone by the shore - second-guessing, missing out. 

I will reach your island someday. Wait for me. 

-Mihir, @MereWords

Note to reader: The poem consists of four paragraph-like stanzas (no linebreak in between) followed by an italicized line. Wattpad has a weird algorithm for typesetting as it generates inappropriate linebreaks in a paragraph. Sometimes, it pushes words to next line even though there's enough space on the line.