Is it love if the darkest hues of the sunset looks brighter than the colorful shades of sunrise ?
If my brain could pen down my flattering thoughts about love ?
Will i be able to love?
If the solitude is what makes me think more,then what are those incredibly complicated ideas of the world i see in his eyes?
And if my imagination for that 4 alphabetically crafted word is in contrast with my reality ,is it Love?
If my sky turns into a colour unknown to my eyes say grey which is unknown to my black and white eyes when i see his brown ones ,is it love?
Or the thought of being in different dimensions of colours makes me love him?
In this world where we are so desperate to take black and white in the love of evil and good ,we consider white to be good with the infinite possiblities of life and colours which we say are contrasting and is considered to be an indispensable part of our fairy tale but not fairly written journey ,in admist of this we forget to look at the black tainted with every possible life of its own but untamed unchangable ,what usual eyes fails to see is the silver that sparkles like a firefly in the sky ,lives short but lively.
Maybe everything is in accordance with the multiverse theory,even him .
Maybe he is alive somewhere in the other universe where all he sees me with is hatred and as a nemesis he can't exist without so as to be a part of his excited life.
But here as i watch him dead
Blood running from his brown eyes to his pink once luscious lips ,i question myself ,what has changed? is that my urge to love him? Is that my lips quivering from the lack of the touch of her known sky? Or is it his brown eyes that darkens my life and turns over to the silver sparkle in times of doom ? I 'd say i change nothing.
This change nothing .
His being dead doesn't change what i feel
Doesn't change that he still lives to make my knees go weak on his one slight touch .
The fact that he remains alive for me with me,happy as ever in his darkest hours is an undeniable truth of my morning hues and the rattling sound of the windchim he loves.
Just not in this universe anymore
I shall meet him too
Someday in his multiverse theory!
As of now i wonder how his afterlife would be?
But after all my quest on love remains unanswered ,if he comes back for me ,is it love?
