On some days love feels real,
When she sticks those sticky notes
On the door of the fridge
That says she loves me
Leaving a KitKat behind.
On some days love feels real,
When she reads me poetry
On those sleepless nights
Caressing my forehead
And singing me lullabies to
sleep.
On some days love feels real,
When she cooks lunch for me
And I taste her love in every
Bite of roti and a mouthful of rice.
On some days love feels real,
When she wishes me to sing
"Aaj Jaane Ki Zid Na Karo"
On her last days,
Wanting her cheeks to blush
Even on her death-bed.
The day before she died
We sang, We danced
At one point melting
In my arms,
I found her humming
"Aaj Fr Jeene Ki Tamnaah Hai"
With a smile that could
Have dimmed the sun.
On some days it's worth being in love,
But On others it's just a fantasy fiction by Shakespeare.
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