Ours is not a mere paragraph; a short story or novel. Ours is an infinity of words.

Did you know that

 when I share  love quotes

 with you,  I mean them?

 I may not have written them

 but I relate to every word.

 I wish you were the kind

 to get poetry, I wish you

 loved poetry.

Who would marvel over Eliot

 and Kafka and Murakami and

O’Henry and Shakespeare and

Pablo Neruda and obscure

writers who touch me with their words.

I know everyone is not

wired the same;

and there are so many things

we do have in common;

and there are so many things

I don't get about you ;

and there are so many other things

about me that you DO get.

Yet I crave for this too.

Because words, simply put;

are beautiful, in every possible way.

 And I don't know if you know

 the nuance that separates

always from "Always".

Or that gibberish also has meaning.

And that "lost in translation" is a real thing.

 And I don’t say it but wish

 you understood when I make

literature references.

Or that I refrain from making them

coz it's too difficult to explain the context.

 And that by the time I do explain,

the spontaneity of saying it gets lost.

I will always have other people

to talk poetry but

sometimes I wish I could talk about them

with you too.

Because I want to be able to

talk about everything with you.

We are not made of atoms;

 whatever science claims.

We are made of stories.

That is NOT a romantic notion.

 And I guess being practical

and not caring for romance

is a facade for the world.

I have never been a cynic.

And I still wish that flowers never die.

And I laugh when I say this

and I hate to admit

that I am, after all

a romantic.

And if you're my Fitzwilliam

and I  your Elizabeth;

we still don’t have

our very own dance yet.

And when I found you, I knew

you were my Flynn, Ron and Darcy

all rolled into one.

But I wish I could tell you that.

One day I will; and if you're listening

you will hear me whisper:

Will you be Jim to my Della?

 (and I will be hoping that you say “Always.” )

~Anjee Bhatia

27^th November 2013

Dedicated to A, my poetic license.