Now that you know my address, I wait for you every month. First time, when you knocked at my door, my heart was writing a love poem. My hands were without rhymes, going up and down like clocks needle, my neighbour was drying clothes and the wind felt like the fluttering mountain between my gasps. I was hollowed out of the fear for someone will find me breathing, but my rose petalled lashes were quite awakening like 3 am conversation. There was a time when I missed them so much so that I started writing about it, for the longing befriend me by then. (Read Caption) You know, when I flipped the pages and I found the letter pressed between them like my heart between my ribs. My sky became another inert gas, and the helium cloud grew into my eyes and I saw science turning into an unplanned surprise and I was wondering while flying high, Whom did Plato love so much so he risen Platonic Love's theory? And there stuck first law of motion below my feet and I was a free bird, in love. I was a lost static electron before philosophy motioned the force of love molecules. When those words looked directly into my eyes, I befell for them, once again and my heart got heavy. It was racing like the superfast train by which it had sent me through, the winds chasing my smiles away and me running after them like a kid catching butterflies, I ran faster to west to get close to it like my silhouette draping moon's second law of motion, the heaviness of my heart was equal to the words rushing through my veins, like life giving oxygen. I traced my fingers and somehow it's the last line of the letter, I didn't know when I reached there, it said something about my smile, I know it was disappearing like the moving clouds and the handwritten alphabets were telling me about Universe is with us too. I was giving myself a bit by bit to your poems and third law of motion was acting in our favour again. You disliked Newton, and I fell in love with the mess he made, but not more than your handwriting. Yours Saturn, My Star. #homelesspoet #home
