love?

‘What really is love anyway?’,
she murmured in my ear
the question took me by surprise!
-why did she even bother to ask,
as she had made it quite clear the other day
when she declared, ‘Never will I ever fall for another person’-

-the day when all hell came loose on her,
and left her alone in misery and sorrow,
where I found her, heartbroken and lost,
and I wanted to tell her to wait,
for the decision wasn’t hers to make

and I yearned to tell her,
how love could never ever
be a series of forced attempts
or a series of black lines over the white of life,
because love is a checkerboard!

-with no black and white but grey;
love is when a soul concedes to another
and doesn’t expect anything in return;
when the body, the presence
the superficial doesn’t matter

when the surrender is mutual;
but all those predefined notions in my head
only became a glint of mixed emotions
-only if she could read my mind,
and as I looked at those shiny curious eyes

lost in them, all I could come up with was-
‘You will only find out when it happens’.