Hri's Reveries

I used to find a definition of love In every single thing I adore Took me a while to realise Love is all that and more Then you came along and Somehow love was madness A rollercoaster of a journey From anticipation to sadness   I’d look at you, stop breathing As if I was suddenly set on fire I didn’t ever want to look away It felt like walking a thin wire   And everyone else would say This isn’t love but infatuation Love isn’t madness and chaos This has to be plain attraction   But if it was just attraction Then why did it last so long? Even when I saw you years later My heart burst into a song   A few more years passed But the ardour always stayed Still whenever I see you My entire soul seems to sway   Because love is just love,  And a lot of other things too With you, it was something else because There was love………                         ...

I hate the way time seems to stumble and slow down when you want it to pass by, and how it sprints when you want it to stop in its tracks. It’s morning and we are still stuck in each other’s arms. But I have a purpose for the day. What are the roots of grief? I try my best to be quiet but you told me before that my footsteps sound louder to you when I’m leaving. “Don’t go.” But I have questions that I need to ask— both mine and someone else’s. “I have to go,” I try to smile at you, “I have a project to work on today.” “Can I come with you and help? Please?” I look at you for a moment in silence. There is an origami flower on your desk that I gave you months ago. The desk is a bit dusty; the flower is not. “Of course, you can come with me.” I pack my bag as you use my mirror to fuss over your hair. I smile to myself, shaking my head at how easily we fit into each other’s mundane routines. I explain the project to you as I get dressed and push you out of the way to comb my ...