Of distances and love……

How does love feels when you cannot feel,

The brush of the fingers , the warmth of the hug,

The kiss on the lips or hands in your hair.

Love still exists , but in a form we shape it-

From the pebbles of fragmented memories,

Cemented by the images in our imagination, 

Or the wavering pixels brought together behind our mobile screens.

Love seems then to be perceived as we weave 

In our dreams, for reality is a meeting, 

That spans over eons of waiting .

But then isn’t reality itself a perception,

For even if one is standing right in front,

For all the hours of the day, the days of the week-

Still we see nothing but a reflection-

Of the light we allow to seep in or not.

Then how does one measure love in terms of distance,

As distance itself is virtual-  if it is of the heart or the self.

For the physical interval we can see, but what of hearts apart 

Even if standing on the same shaft.

Love, is thus abstract, 

Free and beyond all the boundaries of the boundaries

Created by the concrete.

For love is not only what we see, hear and touch,

But that which we perceive , weave and relive.