A Proposal

It’s 3:30 AM and I am still Awake.

Yeah, I did try to sleep but my thoughts for you didn’t let my eyes shut. I altered the sleeping position, drank water,read books, listened to songs but all in vain. I couldn’t hypnotise myself to sleep. Frustrated, I thought to spill ink on the paper.

I started to chat with you on May 27th, this year. Never ever I thought, I would fall for you. With each falling day, I went closer to you. And eventually some day, I think I would be within you, into your heart, collecting those shattered pieces and cementing them together with love . Let us build a home with no walls;no borders, only me and you lying among the flowers of ecstasy, assurance, veracity, on the garden of adulation.

A day might come when we end up in a prison ;dark, fabricated with walls of insecurities under rooftop of trust issues. We’ll hit together those walls, break the layer of insecurity and a ray of hope will again brighten us. We’ll keep on pushing together holding hands until we make a new door, the door leading to the garden of adulation.

However, let me tell you, It wasn’t the colour of your skin which attracted me, neither it were your eyes nor your befitting smile. It was all you alluring me like the gravity of the earth beckons particles towards it without the influence of any extra force.

Don’t worry, I haven’t got the escape velocity to get away from you. I will remain glued to you as the water of the ocean, though sometimes the moon may tend to pull me towards her.

Once you said to me, “How will you write a love letter with such dumb handwriting ?”

मोहब्बत मे आँखें बात करती हे, ये तो बस कागज़ों पर लिखे कुछ अल्फाज़ है