We’ll kiss, grow old, walk around.
Light months will fly over us
Like snowy stars.
In that moment I saw you wandering the streets, enjoying life so endearingly, and I fell in love. The feeling was unknown, yet it had a friendly odour. Something which you have never known, still you want to befriend it, nevertheless.
It was my love for you that I envied the winds for I wish I were the wind, so I could touch you softly on your skin, whisper sweet things in your ear, and give you the blanket of my love.
This world is such a chaotic place. A sphere of unexpressed emotions and emoted sentiments. And I pity the ones who don’t get to see what all love can bring to you. Like it did to me.
The power of love is astonishing. I have seen people heal just because they were in love. It’s surprising how far can a human heart go to protect itself and the ones it loves. And my love is You. I can feel you everywhere, for you have taken over every corner of my heart.
It was when I met you, I didn’t feel so lost or aimless. Because even if there was nothing else for me, it felt like loving you was what I was made for, and it didn’t matter what anyone thought of me, and it didn’t matter if I didn’t have any other big plans for myself, as long as I got to love you.
Someday when then scenery becomes a memory, what would I want to remember? I want to remember you, from now on, always and forever.
A hundred years from now, and you’d still find me engaged in the subtle art of loving you. I’lI be writing poetry, and it’ll be about you everyday. For what good is poetry if it’s not about you?
-aaditya.
Aaditya Bajpai 
One response to “The Poem is YOU”
Love in all forms gives us so much, as though a fragrance to our rose. Yet I think, if not equal, it’s more about what we get to give to someone else and beautiful indeed it is to know of how much of ourselves could we possibly give to someone else ❤
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