Longing for Love

I think love is

like letting yourself flow in the stream

like stars with moon on a clear night

like a rainbow in the sun after rain

like waves in a sea

like snow on a mountain

like hot chocolate on a winter day

like rum on a winter's night

like iced tea on a summer afternoon

like sangria on a summer eve

like an incurable disease

Knowing what love feels like

I still wonder why

I find myself

in a stream with no current

like the moon on a cloudy night

without sun after rain

standing in a lake with no waves

atop a heap with no snow

with cold coffee on a frosty day

with an empty bottle of rum on a chilly night

with boiling tea on a scorching day

with no wine, ice, and fruits on a sunny eve

immune to the disease of love like a shark

Longing for love dying inside out

My optimism is running on fumes

I keep waiting for

my river to take me away

clouds to go away

rainfall with shining sun

my feet to feel the ocean waves

my heap to become a mountain

my days to be sunny to enjoy the cold coffee

my rum elixir to hold me on a cold twilight

my surroundings to be rainy to enjoy the warmth of the brew

my water to convert into wine, seeds to turn into fruits, and melting pool to transform into a glacier

me to catch the love bug

Only to get my hopes shattered

and go to bed with tears in my eyes

© Tarun Gupta

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