Oishee Mitra
There are certain emotions that you cannot articulate.
It is expressed through poetry,
Through your eyes,
Your smile.
You try hard to let them know how you feel,
But you fail,
You choke,
You fumble.
You don’t desire that person,
Yet you feel ecstatic by their presence.
You don’t need them all the time,
Yet you yearn to catch their one glimpse.
You made them your ideal,
You want to be their reflection.
Have you ever felt that?
What is it, love or admiration?
You are like the moon behind the clouds,
Out of my reach,
But you steal a glance at your mad spectators,
And never let them know!
You are omniscient.
You illuminated my life,
With your dazzling smile,
Your gleaming eyes,
And I was drawn towards your bright light,
Like a moth to the flame.
A sense of bliss pours through me,
When you call me by my name.
I feel so alive
When you’re near.
Love has many shades and many forms.
Sometimes it’s between a lover and his beloved,
Sometimes it’s a mother and a child.
But what is it, that’s between us?
Love or Admiration?