defined divinityA Poem by Nida Hussainlet yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love..it will never lead u astray..
The misty horizon murmurs something whenever I am in love.
And I don't fall in love too often. when it's pouring too high or when it's just the cold zepher. A breath of fresh air swallowing my soul. That's when I am in love. What if the horizon is asking me about the person I love? Then darling,you are one among the world. Among those who think they are in love. where some person is often blamed when the love is broken. Infact,isn't it ourselves that we are in love with? and those special moments we feel our fullness;back in the cord. When an old story laughs and an old heart weeps. when a cold night sings and a dead silence screams. when a gloomy tear dries and the guilty eye wets. That's when I am in love. That's when I'm in love 'cause no random person decides my heartbreak. But what if fate turns my faith down? No darling,I don't sit broken either. I will search just like the wind; for the tiny trivials that matter a lot. A grandpa bliss,a grandma kiss, and a million more ways to define love. But sadly,I don't fall in love too often. because the world is busy searching for "that one person". And time doesn't care about my obscured emotion. -NIDA HUSSAIN-
© 2018 Nida HussainAuthor's Note
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