Love...

Through my window,

I watched rain...

I had scarf around my neck;

And me slipped into the cosiness of blanket,

Watching the incessant rain...

And you filtered through me

Every moment I breathed.

Discovering the me within,

As if I fell into a spell

And got enticed by magic;

Being the narrator in the

Poems of love that Rumi sang;

Or the ones of Omar Khayyam!

I never knew my lips would tremble,

In anticipation of another

To quench my thirst,

That dwell deep within!

I'm amazed and afraid 

Discovering this me!

Afraid of losing myself;

And afraid of being a burden,

And afraid of being disowned...

Beyond everything, I'm loving me,

This new me...

Where love makes me blush,

And love makes me cry,

And love makes me mad!

But it's love...

Comments

  1. True, that's tue magic of love.
    Makes us do all that's new.....
    That's love.

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  2. It's let you to introspect one blindfolded within you.
    Yes it's magic.
    That's love....be it any kind of

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