bouquet of love #22

today i m here, running through those millions and zillions of thoughts that come to my mind and leave its impression on me..

when i sit to pen down some of those, i end up writing on 'wildness';

one that you taught me by appearing in my life, teaching me things that otherwise i would have never learnt or experienced..

your mere presence into my life has made me learn to smell the withered roses, talk to the moonlit night, taste the wet earth, seeing the sunset and walk by the bay..

wildness is when i understood love and when i gauge its depth and existence till eternity..

while writing on 'wildness' i come across a thousands of reasons why i am so much bound..

the turbulent drunkenness i feel when i think of you, and every memory wherein i am with you..

the stroke of passion that captures my mind, my body and my soul when you are around,

it feels like a thunder wave strikes the thirsty, uneven rocks but returns without quenching their thirst, their need..

it comes from hunger that this wildness grows within me every moment, every breath i take, its gasps your name..

indeed it shall be the end of my world..

as when there was ruins and misery, you were a miracle,

when there was terrible desire, you were a calm composer,

when there was despair and blues, you were a hope,

when there was need, you were a support,

when there were dreams, you were a painter,

when there was love.. you were the realizer..