I fall in love

 I fall in love every day, every minute,

Every time I see him, my heart skips a little.

Maybe that’s what love is.

He smiles when his friends crack a joke,

And I catch myself wondering

Will he ever smile like that because of me?

Maybe that’s what love is.

The quiet comfort of a warm cup of tea,

The way it feels like home before you even take a sip.

The shift from rolling my eyes at love songs

To actually listening to the lyrics.

Once, I thought it was all cringe

The stolen glances, the late-night texts,

The way people lost themselves in love.

Now, I catch myself wanting it too.

I cry a lot, but I am productive

The torn papers,

a room in disarray,

tears drying on my face

but the work still gets done.

Crying myself to sleep,

yet waking up to push forward.

Falling apart at night,

building everything back by day.

Is this all I dreamt of?

Maybe not.

But maybe this is how I keep going.

I break, I mend, I create.

Maybe this is just my way

to cope, to heal, to move.

I cry a lot,

but I am so productive. 

                                                                                                                                                       - Deepika