I feel our love is dead.

Dead. Drowned in the wide ocean of reality.

And you seem to be the bird,

trying only a bit of you to be invested in touching the surface of the ocean water,

As if my pain needs a soft touch of your feathers,

And not the featherly embrace which is the ultimate elixir.

What a shame!

To be this wide,

Yet difficult to be understood.

To be this deep,

Yet scary to explore.

I wonder,

If you ever meant what you promised.

If you ever listen to your own shriek,

When you face a conflict with me.

I seem scary, i guess.

But trust me, i am so soft and nourishing.

If only you know how to educate yourself to swim.

A willingness, that would've come to you so naturally..

But didn't.

Because,

I feel our love is dead.

And your midnight expedition to the places you love,

Doesn't really makes you remind of me, anymore.

- Shreosi Paul