If You Ask

I'm not exactly a poet but I discovered this long forgotten poem. I'd written when I was maaadly in love with someone in the second year of college. Love does that. It makes a poet out of everyone. Note that the poem is completely and wholly about and for that person so it probably wont even make sense.

This one was written on 5th December, 2008. I have not changed the words or the style. It is just an eighteen-year-old kid in Love. Yes. It was love.

Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I hope you are happy Poh-Poh.

If You Ask

If you asked me how much I love you,

I'd say:

"I love you so much, that if I

knew how to play the guitar, I'd

sing love songs for you, till I get

hoarse."

If you asked me how much I care,

I'd say:

"I care for you so much that if

you told me to cook for you everyday-

I would."

If you asked me how much...

Then, I'd stop you ask you:

"Can you tell me how much love does the

body hold for its soul?

Can you tell me how much love do the

flowers hold for the sun?

Can you tell me how much love

a caged bird holds for the open...?

At this moment you'd stare at

me with those big starry eyes of yours

that sets my heart in an overdrive...

Imagine books without pages,

Pens without ink,

Clouds without rain.

The corners of your lips are taking a

slight curve now...my hearts melting now.

"I'd stay awake for you all night,

writing poems for you

if you asked me to;

I'd walk a thousand miles for you,

if you asked me to."

The sadist in you, would come up

for air right about this time,

and you'd ask:

"Well, would you give your life for me?"

to which I'd reply "No"

Confusion and anger on your face,

Love and smile on mine.

"No, I wouldn't give my life for you;

because I want to spend my life with you."