Inside my little tears and fears, wrapped up in photographs and call recordings, recalled in form of laughter and little fights in a hundred lanes and held in the warmth of my heart, head and soul, bled in form of inscriptions and love, chanted like a hymn in the soft mutterings during my sleep, inked forever making a history slowly casted into unsent letters and poetry- and that is how I keep you.
Sneaked inside the pocket of my old blue jeans, tossed between the imperfections and beauties of the world, fired like a million bullets on my roof in form of heavy rains, kissed like dew drops on a flower in a foggy morning, and embraced like a storm forming a hurricane in my heart- the same hugs just like you did, melting my anger and ending up in our favourite song- that is how I keep you,sliding you in every little and bigger possibility, re-lived and loved again and again, finding a tiny room for our memories in a world full of happy homes. Isn’t that what love is? I ask myself.
We may lose touch but we hold each other even when we fall apart. People may fade away because they start believing a little less on the love they have. And I am privileged to be loved by someone like you, someone who for once and all gave up on me and on whom I can never give up. You’ve become a part of me as I carry your heart in my heart. How can I ever escape from the prison that’s a part of me?
Yes, you are the prison I never want to escape even when you’re not mine.