You try to push the gale, and it topples you over. You get swept away by the wind, get thrashed around by the storm, maybe break a few bones, and at times, even your heart.
But you try pushing a tree, and it stands resolute. Steady, obstinate. Doesn't budge an inch, and instead, you grow a few muscles. You grow stronger. You don't break your bones, but you scathe your hands, get a few wounds. And you never, ever break your heart.

Now, why would anybody in their right mind push the gale? Or the tree, for that matter? Rationality deems it silly.
But then again, Love IS silly, love IS irrational.
Love, is trying. 
Love just is. :)

For You, and Your Denial.

Auburn reminds me of you.
Your eyes, your messed up hair.
Early summer evenings,
The swirl of our coffee.
And the tinge of your skin.

Your smile on the other hand,
Is a burst of marigold.
A favourite
Childhood memory
Like peals of laughter
I could never stop.

And Time
Is a kaleidoscope, with you.
With you,
It's a storm, a breeze,
A city and a street.
And its black and its white,
And shades of grey.
But mostly its a motley
Of love

And love,
And love,
As we know it.

I suck at poetry, but when one feels as deeply as I do, it is a lover's haven.Poetry does what prose fails to articulate, and Love is hardly ever prosaic.
So this is to You, not merely as a means to break your obhimaan, but because I've been meaning to do this for a long,long time, only to be hindered by how mushy I become every single time I sit down and think of us. And because Time has taught me to be cautious, moments like those, love is tinged with a shade of fear. However, you've been a silent teacher as well as a spectator, albeit unintentionally,  and thanks to you, much of my Fear has dissipated into an optimism I wasn't sure I was capable of. But Love, they say, is a magical thing.
It indeed is, and I say that with all of my pragmatism and romanticism in perfect place. :)