Loving someone dearly is what we do the best.
Probably better than breathing, we love.
We cling close to it, aware that
we in no way can control it.
Everything seems to be wonderful,
Filled with colours, rainbows and lights.
We want to stay close, and keep them close.
We want to hold them, and take them home.
Touching of toes, meeting of lips,
Making love with your every bit.
Beginning the days with their name
And wanting to end the same with their breath.
Adamant and ignorant of the fact that,
All of it is just holding roses,
until the thorns press against your fingers.
Letting go is an art of necessity.
We do not want it, but we have to master it.
It wasn’t until I saw in her eyes, that
irrespective of what I feel, it will never be the same for her.
Even Stephen King once said, that sometimes in life
You have to just let the bird go, for
You know it’s not meant to be caged.
When those thorns press so hard,
That you realise that its time to let go,
For it just means that we are all humans
Incapable of holding on to everything,
specially when it hurts the most.
The only barrier to letting go is hope,
We hope that maybe something somehow will work out,
But it never does. It’s always the thorns over the roses.
So, in the end, the whole of loving someone,
Becomes an act of letting go.
So, take you moment, and take you time,
And bid that farewell with all your heart.
-aaditya
Aaditya Bajpai 