>>>>> I'm Sorry i was unable to do justice to this one. Hope it makes sense.
SHE : Busy again? Reading the sad poems?
HE( hardly paying attention to her) : ahaa
SHE : I'm unable to understand.... Why to write sad poems in the name of the love that left you?
HE ( was about to finish the poem) : hmmm
SHE : Why can't some people move on instead of wasting time writing in the name of beloved.
HE(Closed the book) : You mean FORGET THE PERSON WHOM YOU GAVE ALL OF YOURSELF!
She chose silence knowing that she will never be able to win against him whenever it comes to discussing the philosophy of love.
HE (Continued ) : This Love is a blackhole that engulfs you to be stuck there forever. The home you build in someone demands care. Once desolated, this home ruins forever. Unlike others, poets have this unique quality of embellishing those broken fragments.
SHE : That's why i fear poetry. I fear that the home we keep building in each other may turn to shards some day.
After a long pause she looked into his eyes,
"WILL YOU PROMISE TO NOURISH THE HOME WE HAVE BUILT IN EACH OTHER"
He held her hand and whispered
" YES I DO.... EVEN IF IT SHATTERED SOME DAY, I PROMISE TO CREATE A NEW BEAUTIFUL WORLD FOR US OUT OF THOSE BROKEN FRAGMENTS"