Coming To Love Poem by Richa Tripathi

Love is such a mystery

A weird tale

I was so afraid of it

I ran miles away

In a land where none could come

In a land where none could see

I became invisible

and unobservable

and obsolete.

But somethings are meant to be

As were you.

You could see through invisible me

You could hear the inaudible me

You could feel the imperceptible me

You could sense the unobservable me

You could see through the wall

and come to me.



And when I welcomed you

in my heart

I knew it was meant to be

For who else but you

who could ferret the obsolete

but be the recipient

of years full of care and love

of all my hopes and dreams

Who else but you could be

the harbinger of

sunshine and moonlight for me!