Love is like a bird imprisoned in a cage open. – Bano Qudsia
No one dies for missing the love, I assure you.
They’re right. It’s an exaggeration.
“I’d die if you gonna leave me…”
“I can’t imagine my life without you…”
“My heart will stop if you won’t be here…”
Total bullshit!
Who believes in this anymore?
These notions of bookish love…
Plethora of emotions copied from every fantasy
we are fascinated with…
Every love story we have ever read or seen on screen…
Every poem of love we inspired to recreate in reality.
All lies…! All exaggeration!
–
Yeah, just not mention any name
that remotely resembles the one
I don’t wanna remember…
Because that sounds like an echo
without the presence of walls.
And for all the pictures alone,
don’t make me care about
the gap
that can be filled.
Because even I am absent from there.
Don’t make me listen
to the songs we heard together,
Also make me forget
the poems that by heart,
we remembered.
Because it feels like being in a ball
without a partner.
Don’t refer me the places,
we used to find ourselves in,
real or imagination.
Don’t remind me of things
that we wrote to each other.
Because it feels like dreaming
without presence of the colors.
Don’t ask me ever of things I loved,
but left keeping tabs on,
like some fantasy series or story of love,
or some novel profound,
we submerged our eves in.
Because loving them alone,
feels like a betrayal.
That’s all. I’m good.
Yeah. No body dies. Just the moments!
–
And for all the time when I’m with someone,
just distract me from comparing,
how otherwise it could have been…
Because I rather not choose,
to cheat with them or myself.
No one dies for missing the love, I assure you.
–
But see, I have no shame,
no remorse…
I much prefer this dying
than dying ever in a regret
of not giving a chance altogether
to something that was potent.
Given a chance again,
to dream again,
to fall in love again…
I’ll do the same!
Since making self numb…
might protect one
from the pain,
but bigger loss would be
missing a taste
of a worthy effulgence.
Yeah. No body dies. Just the moments!
– Dedicated to the love, one that comes, one that stays, and one that leaves… The poem is also dedicated to a short story I recently posted: “A Stray Dog“.
Art/ Image Credits: Screen caps from a film, Nicholas Sparks written novel adaptation “The Notebook“.
Serenades of a dreamer... 
brother, this is so tough and raw. and. . . it is so true of our experience, us wild-eyed dreamers, hopeless romantics, fool who dare to love. blessed indifference, if it can be found, is a powerful narcotic to get us through; though it never, NEVER inoculates us against the folly of falling in love again and again and again. . . powerful words my brother.
Thank you brother… 🙂 It’s always good to see you here.