Just as fast as a 'Rajdhani' train,
The amazing desire to live and die,
Life questioning-"I am repeating the same mistake.Why?".
Seconds will be like minutes now,
Minutes will be hours n
hours will be like days,
I know everyone says..
Is it really LOVE?
That really lovely love?
Or is it just very fake?
What the answer is,my mind couldn't make.
Doubtful about my own feelings,
hope it will not end up like the previous dealings,
I turned off the lights,
to keep such thoughts out of my sight.
And then I woke up in my dreams,
and heard my own screams.
Waiting for someone to rescue,
answers to my questions who just knew.
GOD himself then came down,
Wearing a white colored gown,
I flew to him like a little dove,
n asked him "So when is it called LOVE?"
He looked at me and smiled,
His eyes glimmered and shined.
"It is called LOVE when
u dont have to search for an answer anymore,
and u realise dat who loves him is not only u bt ur soul,
u love him not for his bike,
but for those feelings which make u sway like a kite,
u love him for what he is,
and not just for his kiss,
Together- U n He !!!
is not the only thing to be..
'He loves u' is not the condition for u loving him
coz ur love is not fake
n there is nothin u wish to take."
I opened my eyes and heard the cawing of a crow,
"So when is it called LOVE",now I know..
Beautiful poem......:)
ReplyDeleteHave u written it???
Hmmm..I wrote it :)
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