I wake up with a smile on my face when the sun is about to rise and the sky has hues of blue and violet like the color of your shirt reflecting on the Marine drive of Bombay.
The clouds sing songs while they pour today while our hearts sing songs of love.
As the morning cup of tea touches my lips, I am reminded of the warmth of your touch while you held my hand while walking to the lake.
My bosom feels the compassion of love overflowing.
I am on my honeymoon.
I can’t expect too much from you. You can’t be my best friend, my lover and my wildest fantasy all at once.
Stories of lust speak to me on a soul level. In one complicated emotion.
But darling, you have been all of them at different points in time. And time my friend is relative and it is always borrowed.
Present is the only gift we have and you are my borrowed love from the universe.
We don’t talk routine anymore because of the warmth and heat we both radiate with our hotness and are to be blamed for Global Warming.
We are two misfits trying to love when life is busy.
Love in my very strong opinion is a personal thing and more than about us, it’s about our own selves and how we evolved together.
But as there cannot be a day without the night, we wouldn’t be who we are without the universe of us which we have created.
We are like two birds on a honeymoon reaching out to each other with our passions at it’s peak.
It’s the fireworks and explosions of our love that we both seek.
My neckline feels the traces of your fingers running over and there are temple domes rising on my skin.
I feel your hands pulling my waist while I make coffee in the kitchen.
I experience your presence while you are no where near me.
You are my home and I am on my honeymoon at a place longing for home.
While the home never existed at all.
Photograph by Neha Thureja