Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Is that love?
Love can’t be defined.
They say.
But if I can, is that love?
I never cried with you, but I laughed, until tears dwelled up in my eyes and the real world got hazy. Is that love?
I don’t know if I desired you, but I had the need to be irresistibly desired by you. Is that love?
I never touched you, but I always felt you. Is that love?
You said what you wanted to, not what I would have liked to hear. I love that. Is that love?
You found me a despiteful fiend, someone ugly, when I was. And it didn’t hurt. Is that love?
I know, you know the real me and I’m not scared of myself anymore.For me that is love.
Mute. Unspoken.
I still do.
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3 comments:
:)
Was this written afer you cme back from India?? Is he someone I know?? :D
@Uday
:)May be.
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