At times I think how would you define love ?
Is it pain or pleasure, peace or chaos, more like the dawn or the dusk, more of happiness or sorrow, togetherness or the cherishable distance, the chirping bird or the dancing peacock, the sky or the horizon, the lakes or the mountains, is it ?
I question its existence today , I question our existence today.
For I am sure if love exists, we do, but aren’t we fading away?
I remember walking under the same umbrella every time it rained was the best part of the day, but do you recall the puddles we stepped in and out together hand in hand.
I had an illusion there won’t be a puddle I would be stepping in alone unaware if love was the puddle or the beauty in the rains.
That night at your place sitting by your side that cup of coffee was the best I have had till date and this night the same cup of coffee makes me wonder if it’s your presence I crave or the coffee doesn’t taste anymore.
Do you remember me saying that your arm felt no less than paradise and you were meant to be my soul mate in disguise, I had heard that soul mates never part and so,
I wish you were here by my side right now sharing this cup of coffee telling me if love is YOU, ME, or US?
I remember telling you I liked it all prismatic and you took no time showing me the rainbow, today I tell you it’s turning all grey, will you still be the silver lining ?