My Lover

I feel sad.  Wait, sad is too strong a word,
Maybe jealous? 
Yes, jealous it is. 
I feel jealous when I see couples being all mushy mushy on social media platforms, 
Or in real
(I’ve been in their shoes, many times before.)

I have the excessive urge of making my love for you social. 
But I’m bounded. 
Bounded by family that would not understand our love, you or me of choosing you out of 100s of those guys I pass by each day (a few of them really hot and marriage materials.) 
 Bounded by friends who look at me differently for dating you because they scan you for your money and not the gold you carry in your heart (which by the way, you should only and only store for me.) 



Bounded by your profession that doesn’t click to any well educated family because - kitna hi kamata hoga - not knowing that I am ready to adjust in the name of love because I want to give birth to our love in human form one day and tell stories about how his/her Mummy and Papa crossed the oceans of social inhibitions to be together. 
And finally the most difficult, bounded by you. 
Bounded by your weak mind that doesn’t let me fly in the bubble I have, the bubble with a castle of our own and a dream that I brush under my pillow every morning because our life together is too much to ask. 

But then, not everyone who is declaring their love on the social media is destined to end together.

Not everyone would eventually make it. 

I made a promise to myself to never be in a relationship just for the sake of it. I’m bounded or rather blinded by my promise of looking at my now, my love for you but what about tomorrow? 

Dear my lover, 

How do I make myself happy about having you now, when I know you might just become my life’s one chapter tomorrow? 
The cover will have someone else, even if my story does not like how it feels on the skin or the colour of it. 

Dear my lover, 

The pain is unexplainable. But thank you for loving me the way you do.

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