There are stars that light the sky,
But all eyes seek the moon up high.

Gardens bloom with countless trees,
Yet flowers steal the hearts with ease.

Just like that, the world is wide,
But in this crowd, with none to hide—
My eyes, they find but only you,
In every face, in every view.

Though many men may catch one’s gaze,
My heart looks yours in silent praise.

And do you know the reason why?
Because—
You are love’s first breeze that ever blew.

Love doesn’t bloom in just one glance,
At best, it sparks a sweet romance.

That spark becomes a silent call,
To know someone, to feel it all.
And slowly, softly, without a sound—
A quiet fondness wraps around.

A bond that time cannot erase,
It lives within a secret place.
It stays till death, so deep, so true—
That tender tie call love too.

What do you mean—
when you say, you love?
What’s the true meaning of love?

If you ask me what I believe,
Here is what I’d say—

Love is,
The unspoken wonder in someone’s eyes.
Or a gentle smile that shyly lies.

Love is,
A fragrance that clings to someone’s nose,
Or the melody in a voice that softly flows.

Love is,
A springtime flutter in someone’s chest,
Or a cooling breeze that brings the heart to rest.

Love is,
A storm that brews inside the soul,
Or butterflies dancing with no control.

And tell me, dear—
To explain what love really is,
Aren’t these enough
and simply bliss?

What could be a truer definition than this?

Even after fading away,
No one kept any trace!

Even after expressing love,
No one valued the grace!

Even after holding grudges,
No one came to erase!

I have seen;
Quietly understood,
Somewhat learned;
At day’s end,
I am my own concern!

So; I chose to be my own smile.
In the embrace of laughter,
hid the trials a while!

Lessening love’s expression,
became a little subdued.
Instead of resentment,
Learned to complain a bit—
mood renewed!

Finally; in this cruelest of earth’s dome,
Leaving the life of a flower bud’s home,

Now at last,
Let me be a hard stone—
standing alone!

If you are the sky,
Then I wish to be the cloud.

If you are the cloud,
Then I wish to be its rain.

If you are the rain,
Then I am the earth it soaks.

Just as the earth absorbs every drop,
I too long to absorb every bit of your love.

That love—
Which is meant for me alone.

Does Anyone Fall in Love—
Knowingly?

If people fell in love by careful choice,
The world would fight over the most perfect one.

Falling in love doesn't require the perfect time,
Nor does it ask for judgment or reason.

No one can ever say for sure—
When, how, or with whom,
the heart will drown in love.

But suddenly,
when someone’s absence
Feels like an emptiness echoing in your chest—
That feeling gently whispers;

"Love has come
and knocking at your door,
Open your heart,
and welcome it with warmth."

i want to tangle your
neatly arranged life—
in the most beautiful chaos.

I want to be the corner of a scarf,
wiping away the sweat
from your tired brow.

I want to be the hand
that gently tucks in your scattered hair
across your forehead.

I want to be the reason—
you’re interrupted mid-work,
just a little annoyed,
But smiling still.

At the end of your exhausting day,
I want to be the peaceful sleep
that holds you close.

I want to be the reason
a smile blossoms on your lips,
even in the depths of your sorrow.

I want to be the beloved one—
in your love-soaked evenings.

Will you,
be my lover?