Being In Love

It was a silly wish in college days , to celebrate a Valentine’s day with some one I loved. Years went by , friends and boyfriend too faded away, but this day stayed the same for me – shopping for others’ partners and enjoying the day alone. It wasn’t a sad thing but some where the stupid desire still lived.


Last year I was engaged when Feb came. The hopeless romantic in me thought nothing grand but sure something sweet and love filled. And the totally insensitive guy he was, did not even wish me , forget even gifting me anything. And the movie I sent , that wasn’t watched as far as I remember. But I had the best Valentine’s day that year. A long weekend – 5 friends – self cooked meals – romantic songs – a balcony on 3rd floor opening to empty skies .. That was most cherished company and the setting I would have ever thought of .. And the lesson learned for life – to free myself , my love ..

I need not one

or many people

near or far

to feel the magic –


mysterious ways

it takes shape

in minds

and time ..

A perfect and timely end to a thought , a misunderstood desire , and evolution of bonds .. Some broke , some were forged that weekend ..

Written for Months of the year challenge #2 , Imperfect Prose

Spread the love, spread the word ..

0 thoughts on “Being In Love”

  1. You know I plan to write on similar lines for February and here I read you 🙂
    Beautiful….I truly loved it 🙂
    February always somehow makes me remember the way I share it with friends I love rather than the usual lovey dovey kinds 🙂
    Friendship surely makes it all worth it 🙂

  2. I’m so glad you’re at peace with your ambition. Having married two unromantic men (one at a time of course), the first one met when I was 17, I’ve grown to accept that 14 February will go by each year without a red rose or a silly card.

  3. Our lives are a series of endings and beginnings…sometimes we are collections of timelines stacked atop each other. And you are right, love can take many forms. The honesty in the prose and the strong statement and sentiment in the poem compliment each other.


  4. Love is a reason, an ambiguous nostalgia of emotional attachment, a quandary of timelessness, a reflection on the glue of human attachment and as all poets have tried, undefinable…..your nine lines have answered ‘your’ quest. Well done!

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