Madness
When it is dawn
The flowers look up eagerly
As if they are waiting someone.
When it is dusk
The sun kisses the sea
As if it is craving something.
Whenever our eyes meet
My heart beats so swiftly
As if fire is blazing inside me.
Whenever I close my eyes
My mind reaches her within no time
As if a horse is on its racing spree.
Do these mean that all are mad
And does this madness has a name
That binds all of us as one. If so…
Let this madness be
called Love.