Symptom Of Love…? Poem by Arun Achudh

Day was bright rather unusual,
Just like silence before the storm
Woke up form the bed,
As my blanket of sleep was torn.
Wondered what changes are these,
And let my routine take on the day,
But still pondered over,
The beginning of the special day!


Hours flew away, what made it special?
No hint in sight!
Came down the street to catch some breeze,
My eyes just froze like a wooden snitch!
Is this real? Is this true?
As I kept thinking she just flew!


Wished to see that light again or,
Will my anxiety end in vein?
Ran around to grasp her sight,
Lucky enough to see her shy;
Blank-Minded to describe her how,
Is this the symptom of disease we call LOVE…?