I know that in my last post I said that I’ll be writing for winter and here I am writing `one lazy summer afternoon’ but this poem is not about the season it’s about the free falling that love is,sometimes hearts land on soft sands,sometimes drown,sometimes shatter upon hitting hard ground…
I say love is more like hovering over a black hole,knowing very well that our existence will get sucked up but we venture near the black hole anyway,isn’t that stupid,but aren’t we helpless,poor souls us driven by this tiny organ that itself falls but the whole of us has to bear the brunt,but then would life be as sweet without love and the agony that it is,would there be poetry,I don’t think so…

I hope you enjoy my free falling,please read in leisure,that’s all I ask of you,give my poem time,just be with it for a couple of minutes,thank you.


One lazy summer afternoon
that is all we had in common…
one lazy summer afternoon
where we got drunk on our words
a respite from the silence of our worlds…
one lazy summer afternoon
bled the skies love at the horizon
dripping tainting the seas in forbidden hues…
one lazy summer afternoon
when our whispers lifted us up
entangled our distant sunsets forever…
since then it’s just been free falling…
I’ve been free falling…
no strings attached
I learnt is more agonizing
than choking on love
bound with his eyelashes…
it’s going to be
a forever of free falling…
this love so tantalizing…
makes desirable this free falling…
this love…
a forever of free falling…

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