same place, different pple.

the same walk
a different night
the same place
a different feeling
two same pple
two different partners

my heart wrenched a little.
I wonder what it all means.

the inconsistence of life
the changing minds
how can anyone be ever certain
how can I ever be ?

*********

the source for happiness seems momentarily
make-believe
though I know it ain't a fantasy
I know my frens are loved
I am comforted at least.

What's love ?
It's beyond words of confessions
It's more than gestures of embraces...

it's cheesecakes
and comfortable silence
healing touch
and selfless sacrfices
it's peace & enjoyment
it's smiles and laughters
it's chocolates and giggles

it's freedom
and not posession


my happiness
is your happiness.
(and vice versa.)

PS: I love music at such unearthly hrs...