When it matters most, it’s never quite game.
If it was all good, then why did I let go?
Was it because you too wanted to go?
One day romance packed its punch, and went away,
Ruthlessly confiscating with it my urge to play!
Endless questions to which answers always flow,
While I keep searching for the Love that I ought to know.
Love that stretches out a hand when I’m in pain,
Love that dances barefoot with me, in cold November rain.
Love that feels the rhythm when I’m singing out of tune,
Love that holds me up when I’m sinking in the quick sands of the dune.
Love that sometimes feels like an algebraic equation,
But, adds up just as well, like a mathematical calculation.
So my faithless, doubting soul still carries a dream for me and you,
Well aware, that the light at the tunnel’s end might never shine true.
But, my heart has learnt to handle its spells of moody blues,
Knowing that somewhere soon, I’ll cross the chasm, and find you.
* I submitted this for the Monday Poetry Potluck. Do check them out for diverse reads and talents. After a long gap of trying to get over a poetic block, I’m happy to be writing again, even if randomly. So, thanks for stopping by 🙂