Across a stretch where dreams collide,
Two hearts apart, yet side by side.
A cool breeze meets an old-time tune,
And suddenly—magic fills the room.

They do not touch, yet air takes breath,
They do not meet, yet feel till death.
One wears class like a tailored suit,
The other dances in chaos’ pursuit.

One is calm, a silent stream,
The other burns with a fiery dream.
One commands the world with grace,
The other hides in a quiet place.

The one who has seen the entire world,
The other one just started the tour.
One will be the protector, the other the getter,
Life will be simple, and simple as ever.
For both, life is like full of masala,
Seems like both are pindi chole masala.

One forgets like the autumn leaves,
The other remembers, and never grieves.
One replies with a gentle tone,
The other answers when time has flown.

Magic is faith, a whispered vow,
How close they are, how far somehow.
When the world believes, and wishes too,
They guard their bond from every view.