The Stupid Story

"He was complete,
She was hollow without him..."

"He was the mountain...rigid and silent, for his dignity commanded inflexibility...
She was the brook..."

The mountain watches entities come and go. No matter how attached it gets to the guest at the beacon, he lets them leave. He was similar. He would let her go if she chose to.
The brook changes its path with every little cut and corner of the mountain and flexibly aligns herself along. She was alike. She would do anything but stay with him with his borders.

"He was the independent muscle,
She was the dependent mass around..."

Have you ever liked someone so much that he becomes your all, in fact your only...?
Does all of your poetry ultimately talk about him?

Such was the man she fell in love with, and such was their relationship, and this is one little piece of work dedicated to all such crazy lovers.

Mudit and Pooja were one relation and their love was timeless!
Timeless because they had a story behind the backdrop, other than what appearances suggested and spoke off...

Sometimes to claim one's righteous true love, people sacrifice more than everything they can. The world grabs the collar of the potential in them and drags them. But the world forgets that it can snatch away everything, literally everything, but not the true lover's spirit. The spirit is what can never be taken away or held in a bottle...

When Mudit and Pooja sat facing each other at the terrace, in the beautiful night, and Mudit cupped her face in his palms, holding her eyes into his, she knew they were for ever...
And all of the stars witnessed it...

Have you ever heard a love story?
Funny thing about love stories is all love stories are somehow stupid!
This is one such stupid story...