Saturday, June 2, 2012

For someone, written long back.

A moment is all that it takes, to make someone adhere to you, and cling to him likewise. You ask me at times- what makes me want you. I don't have an answer. Rather I'd explain my act as the need to drench my thirst. My thirst of belonging to someone who needs no explanation as to why I am the way I am. It wouldn't possibly make me happy If I drive myself to love you or contrariwise, since love has got it's own convolutions and complexities. I like the way we are, simple, yet prenominal. In love, yet not in love. Otiose yet valuable. If I cannot promise to Love you all my life, I can surely promise not to forget you.

9th of February 2009