Post #5179

The man who desperately craves love is just like any other man. There's no particular adjective of shame or kindness to associate with him. Love is natural. Love is attractive. I desperately crave love. Hers would be the best. It is familiar. It is known. I know her smell. I know the intonation of her voice. I know how tight she grips. I know what she likes. I know when she was born. I know what her voice sounds like echoing in the compartment of Delhi metro. But as she used to say it's not like time won't make us forget it. It's not like it was permanent. New things will come along. I tried to desperately not desperately crave love. But I have now come to realise to crave love is what nature wants. I could force myself to not crave it but it would be unnatural. As unnatural as a fish swimming upstream. Nature takes it course and nature will always take it's course. So idc. I want to love. I want to be loved. And I want to ride the Delhi metro in love once more. #review#nirma#poetry