Somehow..

I lost my lover…..

but love renews itself and surges forever in my heart ..

somehow…

No vows ….

but I still feel committed

somehow…

I lost my tears ….

but still I cry.. don’t know how…

I exist…yet I feel a part of me is lost in you

somehow..

My soul knows you are the only one…

but it still lets you weave a different tale

for now..

There is power in love

yet it fails before the mist in your eyes

somehow ….

Love is independent. ..liberating and yet I feel bound up

somehow…

my resolutions are strong yet I melt down in your arms

somehow…

I embrace destiny and want to move on……

but my heart prefers to stop and stay on….

somehow…

you say ….

there is no time…

but my soul recognises timelessness in your presence

somehow…

life is defined by philosophers and pragmatics. …

but love defies  every theory

somehow…

life is just a speck..before the rainbow colors of love….

and love plays with life like a child obsessed with an empty paper box….

tossing and tumbling till it tears apart…

and so in the game of love and life….

pain wins

somehow.

Always.

Shreeja Mohatta Jhawar is a partner in Think Unlike Events where she  organises creative and life-style transforming workshops. She is also a freelance writer, web and graphics designer as well as a social activist who runs ‘Kritagya,’ a group aiming to serve old and destitute people.