When you stop loving
What happens to love?
Does it…
Get buried in the nooks of your
heart-
Longing to emerge in time,
Become one with the clouds-
Waiting to drop down on you,
Ramble as dew drops on leaves-
Yearning for your touch,
Disappear in sentences-
Waiting to be read between the lines,
Bloom on walking trails-
Desiring to be plucked someday,
Sway with the flowing wind-
So, it can feel your hair again,
Dance with the pitter-patter of the rain-
So, it could quench your thirst,
Radiate through the morning sun-
To brush against your cheek,
Glow with the starry night-
To be one with the sparkle in your eyes
Does it keep longing
To see you one more time
Be it in your dreams
It is out there
Love is just lost
Waiting to be found
