Living behind the curtains of thought; the answers I seek from You will always remain a mystery. Your presence made me manipulate every bit of me to suit you.
Was I wrong?
Somehow, somewhere I lost my real self, clenched on to you, and finally tripped. Was it the fate or a lesson I needed explicitly?
The thought did cross my mind -- Whether I choose a faulty book to study Love or just a stupid whim for being alone?
Nevertheless, whatever I choose, the fate has to be right.
Unfurling the memories down the lane, there were times when our candour conversation was followed by a stretch of love making and knowing each other more intimately. Followed by a stretch of silence, the heart pounding, the whispering notes of the breathe and the aura of love filling the periphery.
The lights were dim, the eyes sparkled in the dark, the arms held tight melting its way all along as a wave fading its vigor reaching the shore.
The experience was somewhat to die for. Conjecturing my thought, the feeling was mutual and consensual. Ohh !! what a thought !!!
Shakespeare once said "Life is a theater and every individual in your life has a specific role to play", and your role in my life was undoubtedly spontaneous.
And yes, I know -- the life goes on.... however, the memory lingers on and on...
and the parody of love continues.......
