Tell me you fell in love last night
and I will tell you there is nothing wrong with you
Tell me you give free hugs and iloveyous like sweets on Diwali
and I will tell you, you are doing just fine
Tell me you have no filter or valve and you told your darkest secrets to a stranger that night
and I will tell you, it’s alright.
Tell me you can kiss someone if you love their playlist
and I will tell you, just kiss with rhythm and soul.
Tell me you have a war going on inside
And I will tell you, make love not war.
For it is not the rules that you will remember when you die,
but only the faithful memories woven with threads of trust,
a sweet dusting of playfulness, and a mighty dip in the ink of insanity.