Cerulean love

Neither pink nor red, cerulean is the color of your love. More than two decades of your love, and more than one decade for me of watching you like this…Happy anniversary Mummy and Papa ❤ (Honestly, when I look at both of them, I’m scared of my future life, for it seems impossible to have such an amazing chemistry!) 

When I was younger, I used to make cards for you, and I remember what all it meant to you. Your cupboards are still  full of the letters I’ve written to you 🙂 But I’m aware of this too, that nothing will  please you more than this. So here’s an attempt to make your day!

The best love story.

I stand before the cerulean love,

of the depths and heights, unaware;

It doesn’t exist, for it only lives,

directed by the breathes of two souls,

it flows towards eternity.

 

He blows in the cerulean skies,

she flows in the cerulean seas,

The world without quite knowing-

Where they end and where they begin,

is injured to witness the love.

 

A bit he learns to glide with her,

and more she learns to dwindle her waves,

She sees his stillness, he dives in her,

He sees her storms, she knows his lightning,

And everything’s a part of it.

 

And looking at them, I ask myself,

where else is love, ‘nd love what else?

where else is love, ‘nd love what else?