SCIENCE BEHIND MY LAST LOVE

People always talk about their first love. Sometimes it's the last love that really needs the talking.

You, you are the kind of love that I have begun to believe lasts longer than my depression cycle.

You, when I am black and blue and hurting, stand there with the lamp in between your eyes that shines  the brightest. Every time I try to extinguish it.

You are a firefly, on a dark night, fighting against my demons and yours.

You are a soldier, a mountaineer, a poet who doesn't always have it easy with his words. Your words burn hydrogen into helium like stars queuing up in the sky.

You are the reason I have begun to believe that the sky is a place that actually exists. It's a magic carpet hanging upside down and that ring that surrounds the planet 'Saturn' is nothing but Saturn's lover giving it a long hug.

You are my longest hug, my softest kiss and my most meaningful shooting star sighting in a world where I no longer believed in  telescopes.

You are the reason why Gallileo must have turned the telescope skywards, leading to the discovery of craters on moon. It is said that because he loved the telescope so much and so dearly he use to observe the sun, which eventually caused his blindness.

Do you know what it feels like to be the blind guy who helped everyone else see the dark side of moon?

It feels like the feeling that I never want to feel. It feels like an object making its way through my optic nerve which leads all the way to the moon.

You, you are the moon. You change shapes and patterns and make children believe that there is an old lady sewing magical garments in the sky.

You are the reason behind my high tides, my high tides and my low tides because human body is after all 75% water.

You are my lunar eclipse, the gravitational pull of my earth and the one that can cast a shadow on a thousand shining suns.

You are a force, a push, a pull towards everything that seems right in my perfect life. You are the sum total of all my wishes, my hopes and my dreams and the return of every kind deed that i may have ever done in my life.

You are the result of every algebraic equation that I may have accidentally got it right and while trying to find an 'x' I found 'y'. 

I found why I have to walk all the way through the galaxy of nothingness to find you.I have walked a 100,000 light years to find you.You, shining bright, brighter than the entire constellation up above.

You're milky way, my sun, my heart

You're my light, my lamp, my moon

You must be my last love

Because, for once, for a change.

I believe that last love, last forever.

By:- Ayushi sharma