Poem : Love

I thought when I would fall in love,
he would be lucky.
I had planned that we will write together,
Read together,
Sleep together.
He would not feel bored,
As I will turn out to take full control.

When I actually fell in love,
I turned out to be the lucky one instead.
How could I keep my eyes away from him when he was around?
Or how could I not try to search for his presence when he was not around?
When he was so deeply pinned in my mind.

He taught me a hell lot of things.
He changed the way I used to think.
The way I responded.
He taught me to care relationships.
Help others when needed.
He told me to practice the art of letting some days go.
Keeping friends close.
Oh! He forgot to tell me about enemies.
Maybe because he is teaching me to love all.

And I still wonder how he tucks me in bed
When I am at my lowest.
He plays ukulele and sing along,
To make me sleep.
He also tells me the tale of past
Of how we have already swum across the giant ocean
Of doubts, fury and emotions
By taking all along.

And if sometime, we get confused by the way things are,
We take a break,
Turn our backs to present,
And lean towards the past
To get some beautiful hints
Of love, wisdom and lust.