Remember the first flush of
emotions with
Blood rushing across
veins
Those dates and lunches
And teas and dinners
Those umpteen number of
shopping trips
With the objective of trying
to spend some time together
Trying to fill some void in
life
Left behind by the tide of
time
Trying to build castles in
the air
With a firm belief that
these castles
Would hold themselves up even
when
Threatened by cyclones in life
That is what may happen when
one falls in love
But then things can wear out
Love can wear out
As, slowly the observer found
out
Love to be fading like a
worn-out pair of jeans
The colours have already faded
quietly
The fabric is torn at several
places due to strains
Of time and memory
The heaviness of the middle
has given way to
Indifference and normalcy
After all the habit has a
habit of seeking new normal
And memory plays its own tricks
But then providence speaks up
That whatever is new is sure
to get old
The wearing out process must
go on continuously
There is nothing out of the
ordinary
So, the observer shall wait
Till love has completely faded
and wilted
And for the time being keep looking
at
Love fading like a worn-out
pair of jeans
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