Paper Love

I loved you in forms of paper flowers that you cram in between pages of your diary to always cherish the day that was so far, the best one of your life:

The only day we spent with each other in sun-kissed summer after the previous year cut open your wounds like a knife.

I loved you in forms of paper confetti that rained over us when we were dancing in snow globes and losing ourselves in each step; ceasing to ponder over past conflicts in the blink of an eye;

Those confetti that we collected in bits to take home and pulled an all-nighter to create a mosaic of your face and mine and search for an authentic colour-dye.

I loved you in forms of paper aeroplanes soaring in the wind with inconspicuous notes written inside for your eyes to peruse and for your heart to embrace-

They exude a little love and a little freedom; you and me laced with the taste of ecstasy and light garnishing of surprises for you to trace.

I loved you in forms of paper boats that stray on puddles aimlessly enwreathed by pulsing ripples, reflections of palm trees, and adornments of fallen frangipani on the corners;

Those paper boats that you’d spent hours observing the pathways that they forge and still just when they reach a dead-end or rather wait for them to somehow start from scratch and reverse.

I loved you in forms of paper clouds that you’d colour miscellaneously, assorting them in a way that they resemble cotton candies and store them in little wood cases;

Those same paper clouds off which you’d pick out one randomly each day to infer the aura you’d fill in empty human spaces.

I loved you in forms of paper hearts that you’d find in your stationery case every day with our names written on them and you would tape them to your journal;

Those paper hearts that would recite all the poems that we’d written in our minds which speak of the same essence once and for all:

“I love you with fragility and delicacy with piano keys pressed to sing songs of revival.”

“You and me bearing little paper notes to fill the gaps of our love unconditional.”

“I love you on each passing day: unconditional and eternal…”

~ Riddhi Chakraborty

Notes: Thought of writing something light and lovey-dovey; a pure love that everybody would want to experience someday in their lives…