Pages Of Love by Mradul Gupta - HTML preview

Love can never be defined,

But for me you gave it a meaning.

The morning is simple today,

But it seems you have got closer like each day.

I am still dreaming watching you in that attire,

Igniting nothing more than fire.

The only thirst I have in life,

Is to give u something,

That is not happiness but everything above its height.

Just tell me for a vendor that sells off happiness,

And I promise I would fill each bit of your house with it,

But I know there’s nothing like that,

And one fine day,

I would be that vendor and you’ll fill my house.

For you have I changed?

That my bed finds no clothes,

And my head no anger,

For the clothes are on the hanger,

And my schedule finds no time for anger.

I lay again in this lonely house,

In a room that has no windows,

Seeking sunlight that never reaches indoors.

My life would always be your servant,

From the day your heart allowed me as a tenant.

I cry off a thousand tears,

Whenever your absence gives me fear.

You have a voice that can calm thunders,

And a heart that does wonders.

I wish to see you enjoying a rainy day,

Playing with the rains and happiness to say.

I would love to see you under an autumn tree,

The flowers falling on your face like a drop in a sea.

I wish to see you in the chilling cold,

Wanting you close and my hand to hold.

The summers are far too hot,

So I don’t wish to give it a damn thought.

And as for my return gift,

Just give off a big smile, each day,

That too twice.

This is just the beginning part,

I’ll write till I empty my heart.