Who are we?
Are we just acquaintances who met unknowingly at the wrong time while walking the paths of life?
Or are we strangers who met only to be separated and keep burning for life?
Are we friends who not only understand each other but also lend support in whatever way
possible in every circumstances?
Who are we?
Are we soul mates as we feel ourselves who can read each other easily as the palms of our hand?
Or are we lovers created from a single atom inseparable for ages?
Or are we just figment of imagination’s poetic luxuries?
Are we just pen pals who share each other thoughts through letters?
Who are we?
Are we internet creations conspired by the universe?
Aren't we real?
At least I can say I feel this is real because my heart bleeds, my soul yearns and my mind is always
occupied with your thoughts.
I can somehow feel your presence every day.
Every day you make me walk through madness to find myself.
It's been a long journey with different phases but heart wise it's been same, constant.
I have smiled and I have cried millions of tears.
I have stopped walking, changed my path yet at the end I have always found myself standing in
front of your door waiting.
Why it is so hard to continue and discontinue, why the connection is so strong that even
understanding everything the situation is so helpless.
I know we can simply be good friends but we don't afford. Why?
Are we both scared that the tsunami of emotions will wash off us and we won't be able to control?
Do we avoid because of this or there is something bigger underlying which I don't get at all and so
at times I feel like am making a fool of myself, it's all illusive fireworks of brain.
Tell me then, who are we?
Are we really illusions?
Is it wrong to believe the eyes, is it right to ignore the heart, will it be right to put our hands in our
ears so that the whispers and the melodies are not heard.
It's real and I truly feel it within and because of its undeniable existence I am here scribbling my
heart out at this odd hour when the rest of the world is resting including you, some thousands
miles away nestled in love.
Whatever it is I can only say everything I say is true and I simply love you.
Or are we strangers who met only to be separated and keep burning for life?
Are we friends who not only understand each other but also lend support in whatever way
possible in every circumstances?
Who are we?
Are we soul mates as we feel ourselves who can read each other easily as the palms of our hand?
Or are we lovers created from a single atom inseparable for ages?
Or are we just figment of imagination’s poetic luxuries?
Are we just pen pals who share each other thoughts through letters?
Who are we?
Are we internet creations conspired by the universe?
Aren't we real?
At least I can say I feel this is real because my heart bleeds, my soul yearns and my mind is always
occupied with your thoughts.
I can somehow feel your presence every day.
Every day you make me walk through madness to find myself.
It's been a long journey with different phases but heart wise it's been same, constant.
I have smiled and I have cried millions of tears.
I have stopped walking, changed my path yet at the end I have always found myself standing in
front of your door waiting.
Why it is so hard to continue and discontinue, why the connection is so strong that even
understanding everything the situation is so helpless.
I know we can simply be good friends but we don't afford. Why?
Are we both scared that the tsunami of emotions will wash off us and we won't be able to control?
Do we avoid because of this or there is something bigger underlying which I don't get at all and so
at times I feel like am making a fool of myself, it's all illusive fireworks of brain.
Tell me then, who are we?
Are we really illusions?
Is it wrong to believe the eyes, is it right to ignore the heart, will it be right to put our hands in our
ears so that the whispers and the melodies are not heard.
It's real and I truly feel it within and because of its undeniable existence I am here scribbling my
heart out at this odd hour when the rest of the world is resting including you, some thousands
miles away nestled in love.
Whatever it is I can only say everything I say is true and I simply love you.
46-50, M
