On the tapered ends of my lips
when I found your lips nestled near mine,
I asked
“Is this love? Is this your love?”
and you answered “Obviously not.”
So I told my heart to grow up.
Growing up was the only way
not to hurt.
On the spring infested roads,
I found your hand
on my melting waist.
On a nameless cold rainy day,
I found the joy of walking
towards you.
On a morning long gone,
in my graceless fall into the mess of my mind,
I came to knew the strength of your hands.
On the narrow pavements made for one
as I walked behind you
I realized how impossible it is to forget you.
On all such days that I made a point
never to mark on any calendar,
on all the days I tried to forget,
I found the question again and again
“Is this love?”
Again I looked away from you
to avoid hearing the answer
that would hurt a lot more now.
I guess I never grew up
or growing up only deepens my heart,
only makes it worse.
it rains in my heart 