You ask me if its hard for me to fall in love.
I look at you with knitted eyebrows,
Your hazel brown eyes exhibiting inquisitiveness.
I fall in love with little things,I say
Looking at the night sky, now a graveyard of stars.
"Is that why you fell in love with him,for all the little things?" You query me anew.
My lips bend into an assuaged smile.
You see,he loved the sound of rains
As much I loved its redolance on moist earth.
He found sunsets more ravishing than a handful of hours stretching series.
On our first date home,we laughed
Over our hassle to make a perfect lemonade.
And when he slept in tranquility,
his head resting on my lap,
My fingers playing with his soft hair,
I fell in love,you see,
At the most adorable creature, clutching the ends of my top,
Slumbering in peace.
He says I should wear a smile for him every morning
It was a ritual he told me
Breaking which would stem in consequences-vexatious.
The other morning, I complained to him
About the dim light of our bedroom.
He let me snuggle inside my covers that night
With a jar of fireflies as replacement.
You see,he knows perfectly,
The things i find bewitching.
Like the 3am night sky.
We've decoded constellations together,
Unrolling the red floral bedsheet on the dry grass.
With 2 mugs of his best coffee.
"Don't you two have contrasts?" you ask me.
I tell you how sparks flew-
Between his love for deep seas and my snow capped mountains
Between our arguments over his Camilla Cabillo and my Arijit Singh numbers
His preference of tea over my coffee.
His veg momos over my chicken ones.
His complex coding over my 4-stroke engines.
His fingers weaving magic on the keyboard
over my fingers scribbling poetry.
"And thus you see,"I tell you finishing my coffee,
"I fall in love,with contrasts
Over a million tiny things...
And he", I say pointing out to him sleeping soundly,
"Is the most beautiful art of contrasts,
Treasuring a gazillion tiny things
I fall in love with,
Creating poems out of him,
Weaving threads of our story
To tie our hearts,
Painting him with all hues of love.
You see,its hard for me to fall in love
And he was an exception."
©pragya
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