Lost Ambiguity

She was lying on the bed,
Wondering and introspecting about life…
Life in its different forms…
Of exploration…
Of dreams…
Of realities…
Of cruel lies and ties…


And of love…
Her head spun by the very thought of it…
It disgruntled and cried…
Yet pierced in her questions and doubts…


Love was simple to define
When it talked of mom and dad
Brother and sisters…
When it talked of peace and no wars
When it talked of compassion and sympathy…


But then spoke the silent meek voice,
About the love between her and him,
The invisible strands 
Of trust, care and life that held the two…
It was hard to analyze,
Harder to explain…


Surrounded and held in the buzz of plastics
Of plastic people 
And plastic world…
The definition of love diluted 
And she wondered what she believed in…
She doubted her stand 
And wobbled in an uneasy confusion… 


Untill he spoke 
“Our love is heavenly,
Not clouded by any vileness or lust,
But its pure and intimate,
Unlike any other… “
She pondered over it…
Repeating to herself the words again and again…
As though assuring her weary stand…


Her uneasy heart,
Caught up in an ambiguous state…
For the sight of people 
She saw,
Who played on name of love
Camouflaged with lust and insecurities…   
And wondered if she too
Looked like them while on streets with him…
She wondered 
If what she was against 
Was what she was a part of…
She stood transfixed 
Analyzing her ambiguous state…


But then the stories 
She read as a kid 
And innocently believed till date
Hadn’t faded yet…
But more importantly,
She’d made herself an individual 
With her unique identity
And was happy with her own…
She’d sought no one to depend on,
She was complete…


He was only a surprise 
Among the infinite surprises in life…
Someone who believed in her,
As strongly as she believed in herself…
Someone who innocently loved her,
More than she knew herself…
Someone who didn’t let her fairytales go astray..
Someone who sided by her
In the darkest of storms…
Someone who smiled
Even when she mistakenly lost her temper at him…
Someone who was equally kiddish 
Yet equally mature…
But that special someone 
Who you never knew could exist 
Till you met… 
For he was no different,
Rather her reflection…
She smiled as she sang these words to herself…
A smile lost in timelessness 
Of the beauty of what she shared with him…
Of love 
“Not clouded by any vileness or lust,
But pure and intimate “


Moments of scattered weariness 
And ambiguity 
Vanished into the thin open air….


He is unlike any other… <3