Loving a person is not all about fussing over them, or always telling them what they mean to you. It is also about just giving them their space, especially when for them, something looms large and everything else seems trivial.
Then, loving is all about waiting for those dark clouds to clear. On a bright sunny day, you realise that dark clouds may come and go, but true love stands tall amidst all odds. And, standing tall doesn’t mean overshadowing everything else…
It resembles a mirage. On a canvas so large. They call it life. That illusion so rife. Never mind its name. They say it is all in a game. Seems so unbelievably eternal. But it is only the end that is real.
Me, me!!!

- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
Love renders you speechless nd thoughtless...so you can never write enuff abt it if u r in love :-)
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