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...
True, that's tue magic of love.
ReplyDeleteMakes us do all that's new.....
That's love.
It's let you to introspect one blindfolded within you.
ReplyDeleteYes it's magic.
That's love....be it any kind of