Is This Love

Thinking about you when your existence is paltry skeptical...

Dreaming about those moments which only sojourns in virtual...

We never met, we never dated but still u are there somewhere in my puerile heart.

You are the reason why I believe in fantasies..

I believe in something which is whirlpool of my imaginary desired galaxy.

Craving for your touches, surviving all odds..

Staying in your arms and wishing for a forever..

All these things come in my mind,

Without seeing you, without feeling you,

You are my visionary insight.

You have become my everything to whom I always adore..

Is this what they call the most lovely adulation love?