An Ideal Love

Everything seems to move on, The world, people and even she. Boundless boundaries drawn, Streaming lives drowned. It isn't love or to be loved, If the life is fine. Love is an ideal, And hope just a practice. Movements can move time, But not the memories. It is said to be blind, But at open doors. In this cruel fair of despair, Am left without her. Will life move on from here? If yes then it isn't love, Not the ideal one I vow, Yes, I don't want to move on. I know I can't move on, And even if I then what? There is no what and why? The very thought takes me to death, Takes me only to hell. I will stick on, I will remain here, As I am no where, And neither have guts to move on. Tears keep rolling down to the core, But they really don't bother me anymore. I have started living, On tears and her memories. The mystery remains intact, And the girl even more. Why did I meet her? Why did I love her? Why did we love? Why and only why? . Yes, I hear in silence, The voice inner softly, She is love and she is the only one. Yes and I will stick on. Thala Abhimanyu Kumar Dated: 12/01/2020