This Heart Is Full Of Love
Updated: Oct 28, 2021
At the age of 14, when my friends huddled up to tell each other stories Of previous nights and coming long drives, Secretly wishing for the one I liked to like me, My mother asked me if I liked boys. I did. And I told her. She gasped a little Then let me go.
At the age of 18, I was in a railway station when I saw her In a sari, decked up. With flowers in her hair and I felt something. Attraction? Nothing mild about it. I was attracted to her, her voice, the calm with which she looked at me. She moved on, person to person Doing what she has been doing for so long Blessing. I wished she blessed me a little longer. Her hand I wished it lingered over my cheeks. She was gone before I could ask her anything But I asked me. Do I like her? I did. I told me. I sighed, My station was here.
At the age of 22, my heart took me to bed. In my state of confusion, Of loving so many people, I hoped I loved them like I did the others. They held my heart down along with my body And I gave in to this ravenous, hungry love. They asked me if I loved them. I did. I told them. They smiled, We cuddled.
In them, I found my every day. But I’ll always know, I’d love everyone else too.
Illustrated by Vridhi
This poem was first written and published on Gaysi Family.