IS IT LOVE…?

IS IT LOVE?

The soft flutterings of wings,
like my heartbeats,harp-like,
a motley collection of strings,
Your fingers brush over them,fearther-like,
Itching for passion,senseless and directionless……..

IS IT LOVE….?

Smitten am i by those words,
of joy,of pain and of life’s boons and banes,
those that you whisper to me,
as minutes to seconds,hours to minutes do turn,
yet,motionless is the time,in its fluidity……

IS IT LOVE….?

They look at me with trust and understanding,
those eyes that seem brighter,
than all the stars in the heavens,
but yet they seem dull sometimes,
is it doubt or confusion?or….

IS IT LOVE…?

As you come closer to me,
the world it seems blurs to an insignificant paleness,
Without even moving your lips,
you convey to me again,what you always have,
but now i do realize its that…

Yes,..it is love….