Maybe this is what it feels like to forget. I'm like that traveller who is returning back home after a long tour around beautiful places all over the world. And even though I had been out for such a long time, I never missed my home. Now that I see all these familiar streets and buildings, what I miss more are the valley of flowers where I spent my nights looking up at the sky full of twinkling stars.
And you were there with me, with your head resting upon my shoulder.
You were there with me when we travelled through cities and countries for so many days. And you would always rest your head upon my shoulder. Which gave more comfort to me than it did to you.
And you were there with me, when the raindrops from sweet heaven sprinkled upon the windowpane of my small dusky room, sliding down exquisitely to nowhere. We made love to each other amidst the dusk and night and the rain went on and on like it somehow knew how much we felt for each other.
Yes! maybe it knew.
Then I started looking for a destination. It all had to be something or it meant nothing. That scared me. I could not travel with you forever if we are not going anywhere. So I left. And now I'm finally back home thinking why did I even leave in the first place. Maybe the time when it meant nothing was the time when it made more sense than it ever did.
Now I'm unfalling(it that's a word). That means I'm rising? No, I'm not. How could someone fall by loving and rise by unloving. It's love that takes us to the highest of places we'd ever reach. I'm degrading, decaying, rusting and dying all at the same time. We can only fall if we are already somewhere up on a cliff. And it were you who took me so far upon those mountains. And I decided to jump. So maybe now I'm falling for you. After I've lost you for ever, I'm falling for you. . .
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