They said love never comes without a problem,
I used to whisper during my siesta and murmur your name.

I never took our love as a game or otherwise,
But I'd have thought when I confessed you'd give me nothing but despise.

But you instead you planted a kiss on my forehead,
My heart blossomed into life, and love was still undead.

But then 'maktoub' struck both of our lives,
Still I never shied away from the possibility of making you my wife.

I left my bad habits for you, thinking you'd be sad to learn of them,
You said you'd been heartbroken by friends, and I said the same.

Inspite of all our distances and challenges I still love you more than anybody,
I always feel like in this relationship I'm playing the busybody.
© Dhritiman