When did conditions start creeping in
Into the love that was unconditional to start with.
Does the passage of time
Dictate the changes
Or is it the pressures of life.
A life that is conditional to live
Because of the many expectations
Some self driven and others by the many.
It becomes difficult some times
To raise above these
Even when we want to
Such are the pressures.
Once in a while, in midst of all this
When we remember seeing the rainbow together
The shared scoop of ice cream
Or the tucked away memorabilia
In the shelves of the mind
Tucked away under the mundane
Daily clothes and daily routines
We still find the magic
That refuses to fade away.