Last Valentine
I was lonely
And so was she.
We met,
We clung,
Developed bond immediately.


We were
Gloomy and sad,
Miserably doing bad.
We faked to enchant…
We deceived to impress,
And gave false identity.


We tried to fill,
We tried to complete.
The more we tried,
we intruded each others space.
We ended up bargaining,
On our individuality.


Love means freedom
And loves means strength.
Love completes
And love liberates.
We ended up being,
full of possession and insecurity.


We planned integrating
And keep on growing.
But lot of pretending,
oodles of expecting,
stopped us from
growing unconditionally.


This ‘happened’ love
brought lot of disgrace.
There was no growth,
We settled for less.
Wish there was no attachment,
We could have moved freely.


This Valentine, my pal
Never be lonely.
Rather be alone,
Blissful from within.
Enough on your own
And love the LOVE in purest form.

– Kumar Gautam

10th Feb’09


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