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ये सवाल मैं अक्सर करती हूँ अपने आप से... क्या तुम मेरे बारे में सोचते हो? जब चांद को देखते हो - क्या तुम मेरे बारे में सोचते हो? या जब मूसलाधार पानी बरसता है तब? मेट्रो पे जाते समय त...

If love was a poem a haiku it would be  say little feel a lot If love was clay bowl it would be  holding within it all If love was moon a full or a new crescent beautiful and surreal If love was sunshine hues of sunrise or of winter afternoon golden, warm and soft If love was a painting  Van Gogh's strokes spontaneous, colourful with hopes, dreams and agony If love was a rain a lightning thunderstorm at night and downpour;  a live concert..  If love was a hug bear hug it would be  embracing with all it has If love made love slowly and passionately move feeling each nook and corner before erupting in an orgasm If love was her a glow in the eyes, halo of white hair a  song in the heart...  gorgeous from core If love was you... a laughter that grips a smile that stirs the soul a heart that melts... or wait If love was you... it wouldn’t be love anymore logs of wood chopped from once beautiful Pine now...

If I were rain, the first shower of the season I would be, quenching thirst of all parched souls! Drenching all alike the birds, the trees, wilting plants on the street the rich and the poor, witnessing the dance of the happy spirit as I soak them! (c) shubhra June 11, 2013 inspired by Manjul Bajaj