Posted by Imaad Majeed on June 27, 2012 · 3 Comments 

I wander.

Where do I fit

in this

tapestry

of acquaintances,

lover, and friend?

When they say lovers,

they mean

a pair,

just like love birds,

are sold,

in jodus.

Are we

a pair?

Are we;

Inclusive?

Conclusive?

Elusive?

Or

Simply,

Illusive?

What then

are we?

A metaphor?

A false analogy?

A leap of faith?

Or

A destined

moment

written

in ola

leaves;

leaves fall

only

to return

to the soil

only

to nourish

the earth

only

to feed

the tree.

Our love

Is that tree

You are the roots

I am the branches;

I will never leave you

I will only shed

my skin.

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