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Love is why I can write poems that don't always rhyme

Love is why I am prettier in the pictures with her

Love is why I love the rain more when we get drenched together


Love is why I delete texts;

Love is why I send 16-minute voice notes.

Love is why I developed courage to experiment with ice cream; and

Love is why I love listening at 2AM to her Midnight Library-esque movie dream.


Love is why I have reasons to be thankful at the end of every day

Love is why I know the bliss of having someone for whom to pray


Love is why I am able to plod through the quiet, and amidst the chaos

Love is why I know the line “my soul is on tiptoes looking for yours”.


Love is why I have no qualms about being my own first draft

Love is why I now allow myself second drafts - at life and at my craft.

Love is why the past and future hurt less in her presence;

Love is why she knows I wish God took CBD’s writing lessons.


Love is why I’ve ever cried for someone that is not me

Love is why I’m reminded of her when I read Sally Rooney.


Love is why I always exceed the word limit (if there ever is one)

Love is why kajal, jhumke and French braids have begun to seem fun.

Love is why I did the math, and it couldn’t say who loves the other more

Love is why Degrees of Comparison detest me to the very core.


Love is why I know she simply cannot let “:sob” just be

Love is why I truly (and figuratively) know tranquillity.

Love is why we know each other’s failed friendships, bad decisions and personal woes

Love is why silences fail to make us feel any less close.


Love is why her hugs heal; Love is why life seems worth living.

Love is why I love her, over everything.


Love is why I love myself; and 

Love is why I can write poems that don’t always rhyme.


The Tranquill Poet 🤍


P.S. -

1. CBD : Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

2. "My soul is on tiptoes looking for yours" : lines used without consent from the "her" in question 😉

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