Not always in rainbows and butterflies
That you find love passing by
Sometimes it’s hidden in the dungeon below
Where chaos and nostalgia give you subtle blows
Where confusion emancipates
And clarity takes a bow.
Sometimes you find love in old diaries
In those old forgotten greeting cards
In those pressed yellow flowers.
Sometimes you find them in photos hidden in cardboard boxes
And in old facebook posts that you don’t want to share any longer
Sometimes, love whiffs by when you pass the restaurant you went on your first date
Sometimes, the old telephone reminds you of the conversations you had
You close your eyes and try to hear that voice. In vain.
Sometimes you find it when you rummage through your closet
And pull out the blue dress
You trace your fingers on the brown stain
And fondly remember how you dropped some chocolate pastry on it
And how those tissue paper clad hands carefully wiped off the cream.
Sometimes, you find love on a particular spot on the building terrace
From where you stalked his house.
Sometimes, love slips through the letter flap
Enclosed in a white envelope.
Sometimes, it plays in your music system
In the form of a voice note.
Not always in flowers and butterflies
That you find love
Sometimes, you stumble upon it
While looking for old emails
And sometimes it pops up in your message inbox
When you are least expecting it.