Modern love is the number of the text messages
I receive from you, they say.
If that is somewhat true then
our love exist between the range of hundred to two hundred.
Because that’s the message
we send and receive even on tired Thursday night.
I wish they said love existed
in the response time of text received
because while it took me whole five minute
to type the message in a crowded train with no space,
yet it took only three seconds for you to read
another milli-fraction send for you to respond.
In that way our love would have been better than theirs
I wish it never existed in the lines I see in your face every day but
in the shivers to pronounce your name with right syllable.
In that way I could have been better lover than anyone was ever was.
I read someone’s tweet last night,
It was something like this:
“That you sleep next to someone for years and then one day you can’t anymore?”
The author said, he can never understand how that works and honestly even I can’t.
Everyday, I look at people falling in and out of love.
Falling in, it’s a wonderful part but
when they fall out, it breaks my heart every now and then.
Everyday, I look at them and believe in love lesser and less.
Last night, you asked me the same,
I didn’t have any answer for you;
because I thought there won’t be possibility of one.
If you have to know,
Everytime, I look at you;
you are little less strange than ever.
And if I could find million reason to love you when I wasn’t looking for one;
guess how much could I find, if I want you to stay.
On some nights, when you can’t turn off the voices in your head and your demons come out to play with you some more. When you toss the pillows and pull up the blanket coherently so you can sleep. You even plug in your earphones to listen some music to drift away and check out all 7345 images saved in your phone all at once .
On some nights when your heart wants to run wild free underneath the night sky, or somewhere, anywhere but here. Yet you are stuck in four corners of your tiny home. Just remember on those nights
even on such lonely moments, I still think of you.
I get it. All right.
You are filling up your soul, no not your soul; you are trying to fill the void that occurred to you few years ago.
I don’t know how the void came into existence. I honestly don’t know.
Maybe someone walked out of your life or else maybe you didn’t get the love you deserved.
It can be also because life took you somewhere and you didn’t wanted to end up there.
It might be also due to your mistake of your past or fear of future.
Your might be also in waiting for something to arrive or must be tired of waiting forever.
I don’t know why this void came into existence.
But all I know there exist a void inside and you are trying to fill it with all the things you can get hands on.
With music, books, movies, sports, sometimes even with a drink or two.
You are trying to fill as fast as you can with all the things you can avail to.
But if you must know, know this
these empty void spaces inside you
can be only filled up by another human
Cause flesh beholds only flesh, nothing less or nothing more.
And if you are enough lucky
you might eventually find that human
who comes into your life and fill these void
without your permission and take you to whole new reality!