In the cobbled old streets of my hometown
In the relentless rains of London
In the sandy beaches of Goa
In the cold and dreary castles of Scotland
On a hot air balloon in Turkey
On a camel ride in Jaisalmer
On a safari in Corbett
On a trek in the Everest
In the mist of the Niagara
In the midst of NY
I’ve fallen in love a myriad times
For you see
I lose my heart to places, not people
I fall in love with moments, and everything around.
If there ever comes a time
When I don’t remember who you are anymore
Then just dance with me around the house
And give me a sunflower
You asked me once
How long forever was
I know now
It’s a second without you
I’d write a poem
Strike a note
Cook up a storm
And run a marathon
For you
And I’d also be content doing absolutely nothing at all
With you
Because at the end of the day
It all boils down to one thing and one thing alone
You, you and you
A day of love
A day for love
To die for love
To die of love
All possible
All plausible
Choose instead
To give love
All day
Every day
“Have you eaten?“
“Text me when you reach home?”
“What are you upto, cutie?”
“Haven’t seen you online in a long while, all okay?”
“Guess what happened today?“
“You’re meeting me this weekend. Period.”
Love resides between the spoken and unspoken
Love survives in all things big and small
Love pushes us and pulls us through
Love teaches us the meaning of life
January came and went
Like a gust of cold air
Chilling yet refreshing
Jarring your very bones
But a wake up call, if you’re listening
February, in turn, promises to be
As full of love
As we want to believe
Upping the heat
Like a welcome reprieve
I think I’ve started the new year on the right note. I travelled. Twice in the very first month, in fact. And I paused. I paused myself, my thoughts and life itself. In the middle of mountains and the whitest of clouds. Underneath blue skies and a canopy of lush trees. I didn’t hear people, but I still heard sounds. Of the birds chirping. And gushing waters abound. I lost myself to adventure. I found myself in joy. I gave myself to the wilderness and I brought myself pure happiness.
Yes, I think I started the new year on a beautiful note. How have you been doing?
After a lifetime of being bound
By the promise of love
I’ve now come to realise
Love is free
Love is freeing
Love is freedom
In this and in every other language
Neither here nor fully there
And yet, somehow, everywhere
Subtle and bold
Never doing as it’s told
Young and old
Sometimes warm, sometimes cold
Love is what love does
Love does what love is
And binds us all together
Moonlighting Scrivener 