Mundane Myriad

I loved your love my love, The more you made me feel loved, the more I felt in love, The more the words, the acts, the gesture, and the care, spoke love, The more I felt to be in love, And as those words, acts, gesture and care, dried of love, The more I went away from love, The more it was filled with treachery and allegations, The more I regretted  to be in love from wanting to be in love, If this is what is love then I don't want to be in love, Because I loved your love my love.

          Few receding hairlines and few extra layers of flab around the waistline, The selfie-struck Baba talking about the truth of life,   The giggles and the chatters, The laughter and the banters, The sparkle on the faces and thereof those glitters, The spoken and the unspoken words from the long-held emotions, The remembrance of old days and the unfolding of life’s chapter, The promise to take the friendship further and deeper, Beyond the ego, the status, and the stature, With the only identity of “friends forever”.