Conditional Love

She loves a man, indifferent and distant,

Agrees to his terms, his unshakable intent

She thinks it is a fair compromise,

For he is truthful and worldly wise

Their bond hides in the soft moonlight beam,

Emotionally silent, like a quiet flowing stream.

Is it melancholy? Perhaps

Her fantasies are nothing but fallacies,

She who dreamt of everlasting love

Finally sees the reality hanging above,

Not entirely sorrowful is this decree

Such transparency is unblemishedly free.

The Aftermath

Forgotten questions floated in the air,

Lost, they swirled in silent despair

Few were about the offense she bore

When she confessed feelings he ignored.

Wrapped in the dark shroud of understanding,

Heavy as a cloud, the silence was deafening

What remained in the end was a void, a hole,

Where hopes once danced, there was no soul.

Her mind yearned for the hills to flee,

Away from this heartbreaking irony,

She cursed the retrograde of Mercury's sway,

For bringing about this unfortunate disarray!

The Realization

In the stillness of the flowing time,
Heartbeats echoed without a rhyme,
She stood waiting for it to fray,
As earthly things often slip away.

But his existence endured, firm and true,
Not in form or what others construe,
Beyond the past haze of minds bared,
It remained in the words they shared.

In the timeless void where worlds collide,
He revealed dimensions unseen, untried,
But unaware of his own intense sway,
As she marveled at the truths on display.

While he unlocked the doors to the unknown,
In his own world, he roamed all by his own,
She, in reverence, stood stunned by the sight,
Of his essence, a beacon in the gloomy night.

Him #7

His love language is exotically adorable! He isn't the one who would sing about his love from the rooftops. He is painfully shy and logical. He is definitely not someone who will flood her space with sweet, mushy words or type too many irrelevant, sugary sentences when they chat on the social media. He knows, those things are not quite consistent. And he has always loved gifting her consistency as a mark of respect for his affection towards her. He is the one who watches her from the corner of his eye, observing every little thing she does. A giant of a man who has the world at his feet, adores her enough to ask her to be careful when she is standing at some hidden corner of a room, comically balancing herself to wear her shoes. When her glasses fog and she is registering how to get it cleaned, he gets her a tissue paper despite being engrossed in work. When she sneezes, his hand reflexly switches off the fan. No words, mind you. When she's sick, he rushes to give her the medicines at midnight. No hugs or kisses but lucid instructions on how to take them. When she tells him that she misses him, he thinks for a while and tells her the feasible time to meet instead of saying that he misses her too. Always the problem solver! He expresses his sweet essence sometimes. And the way he does, nobody can. He doesn't write about eternity, soul dissolving embraces, tender kisses or dreamy moments but he writes about a realistic future with her by his side, hoping she will remain till he breathes his last. She, who did not believe in knights in shining armors, has found a rare one. His armor is slightly rusted for he has been fighting wars since a long time. And that is why, he is perfect.

Why I Run?

Not to outrun pain, I run to avoid its soulless sting

I chase the cryptic whispered promise of the rain

And hope to find home, and the final healing it will bring

A flowing stream, I wish to be a forgotten dream

I ascend like the sun to cast off the void of the realm

The unknown beckons, I fly like the hawk in the sky

Pushing boundaries, I will seek what the heart desires,

And how long would I run?

Till the oceans dry and the grey sky incessantly cries