That, Mi Amigo, Is Love

3 AM. In the balcony. With a cup of decaf coffee. A solitary inspiration.

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There’s life in talking,
and there’s talking to life.
when that coincides,
that, mi amigo, is love.

When your words touch and move on,
When your touch inspires someone’s words,
that, mi amigo, is love.

When the shoulders that keep your head,
lend another support,
that, mi amigo, is love.

When the music that you feel,
conveys your essence to someone,
that, mi amigo, is love.

When the rain brings the petrichor,
and the petrichor brings her,
that, mi amigo, is love.

When the moments new,
bring back the ghosts of moments dead,
that, mi amigo, is love.

And when you realise it’s all of you,
with all of her,
always within you,
that, mi amigo, is when you finally realise it’s love.

– Vishvaraj Chauhan

Author: Vishvaraj Chauhan

I read, I write. I slip and I slide. I live and I laugh. I love to listen to music, think about every thing that my brain thinks worthy of mentioning and take up a little too much load. But hey, that's why I'm here! The sage in a cage.

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