Written before and posted on May 22, 2010. I was at the peak of crazy thrashing teenage love and in the middle of my intern-ship.
What I mean by yours for keeps
Is that every time I wake up and
Every time I wish I could dream of you and
Every time I do- there’s you starting my day.
You keep my thoughts with you.
Don’t let go just yet. We’re almost there.
I also mean that every time I hear a song
And you decide to call up that minute-
I know it’s a little more than time
Or such insignificant measures that bind us.
You, by the way, are now a yardstick.
For anyone or everyone who has to pass by in my life
As a ‘somebody’. And you’re still up there, untouched.
Funny, haven’t I said that already?
But you may not have heard.
No it isn’t love. That’s such a limited word.
Words. Beautiful things, but limited scope.
Us. Unlimited, unbound, unafraid, unreasonable- Understand yaar.