I wrote this poem for a woman who changed my views towards life and love  -

I think I knew love!
When I saw that dreamy look in her eyes
and felt something strange inside,
it was when we bunked classes
just to wander around in unfamiliar streets,
it was talking endlessly
sitting in that ancient wooden bench
of the friendly park,
and , feeling heavy in the heart
as if nothing has been told yet.
It was in sipping coffee silently
wishing not to disturb each other,
it was in arguing over small things
like even the design of her new pendant.
Or, when we had to share,
the little money we had
just to pay the rent!

I think I knew Love!

So, dear, is it Love-
When we call each other friends’
and send funny SMS’es
we talk this and that for long hours
even while sitting miles apart,
and write short, crispy private messages
just to stay in touch?
Is it Love -
When I feel so scared and weird
to call you every time
simply for saying hi,
and what about the emptiness
after we say bye ?

Wish I could invent a very new word
not yet used,
pure and expressive,
a word so clear and sure
to give a label or a tag
just to name the feelings of adequateness that I have .

Just between you and me
I can’t call it love
It’s a word so soiled and overused!