Oh Love! You are mine
I wish the sky to show me the Sun today; the sunshine of the
first day of February that should have warmth of yours, and the clumsiness that
your open hairs had on me. I wish if it could cover my face again. The flowers
have already bloomed. I wish them to hold their fragrance good till you hold my
hands again. My hands are empty though, but I know you would be holding them
wherever you are now. I am waiting for the butterfly you always send, to let
me know that you have put your face on my heart again. You had filled the
colors daintily on the piece of paper with your lipstick stains in pink; and
the nightingale had parceled it to me last year. I am waiting for if she is
going to come to me again. I am waiting for if she is going to address me your
message –‘Oh Love! You are mine’.
Though you chose to move away, I know it was not by your
choice. You said you needed to go, but you had waited for me, I know. I was
looking for you too, but couldn’t utter a word about you. The song we composed
together stays revived, and it says that you are still here, in my heart where
you always hived. This February, I play the tune again that you taught me on my
guitar; and it’s my birthday too honey, and I am going to sing Happy Birthday
to me myself, because you moved away so far.
How should I blame the fortunes, its him that made us meet;
and if we couldn’t stay longer then I must not curse him for this bad treat. I
know you would be unhappy too, because you had promised to live with me until I
don’t leave.
February is just a month, you made its relevance for me indeed.
And at this note, I read your note that has your lipstick stains on it and it
says ‘Oh Love! You are mine’.
When I walk around in spring, I remember to keep my hold on
flowers soft. Tickling my fingers on the rosy petals reminds me of your fingers
on mine, and my thumb caressing them slowly. I can’t hurt your hands with my
grip hard, and so I touch the flowers soft. Though birds often do the
chirruping that may resemble your scolds for me, but I miss the movement of
your lips that I used to watch while you kept scolding me.
The tree with our names on it stands intact with his mates
even today, but I sit under its shadows alone now. I touch our names engraved
on it, and I recall how a girl proposed a boy- ‘Oh Love! You are mine; forever
would you be my Valentine?’
Get Latest Updates For Free!
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Recommend us!
Recent Stories
Grab Our Badge
Its so beautiful n romantic, I don understand y u have written it like a story.
ReplyDeleteIts a melodious song...:)
Love
Mani
♥ That's very sweet Anshul...specially the very last line.Love is the sweetest of all feelings.May you find more and more love throughout your life. ♥
ReplyDeleteLove is like a bliss all along our life and you have put your words so beautifully to express it through your amazing post.
ReplyDeleteHello Anshul.
ReplyDeleteA bittersweet tale of waiting for love to return. Hope your waiting is not in vain.
Penned very well.
Thanks for sharing.
A really very touching and romantic 'poem'. I can't dare to call it as a 'story'!
ReplyDelete-Portia