Unlock the Unexpected: Discover the Hidden Depths of “What If” by Anuradha Fonseka
Ever wonder what it’s like to exist in that elusive “what if”—where forbidden love isn’t just a line in a poem but a vivid, breath-stealing reality? There’s something irresistibly human about imagining a world without labels or chains, where two souls simply belong, unbound by the sticky fingers of “his” or “hers.” This piece sparks that very fantasy, whisking us away to a tree house that’s not forbidden but ours—warming up not just with winter’s chill but with the fire of secret kisses and untamed yearning. It’s a cheeky dance with the cosmos, moonlit and star-studded, asking—can love be owned if it’s already possessed intangible parts of us? Ah, the delicious torment of “What if…?” It’s not just poetry—it’s a mirror to the heart’s wildest possibilities, a nudge to challenge the rules and maybe, just maybe, kiss anyway.
What if I were not his and you were not hers
We could be ours…Couldn’t we?
They won’t call our tree house is on a forbidden tree
You could kiss me sans guilt and I could escape with you sans guilt
What if…!! What if….!!
What if you were mine….?
I won’t be gone when you wake up
You could be mine in the sun too
Now that you and I belong to the moon
We watch the stars… You know their names
We could watch the breaking of the dawn too
If you were mine…
It rains and snows outside
We could make our tree house warmer
With our breath and skin on fire (sans guilt)
“What if I kiss you anyway…?”
You ask me. I have no answer
If you were mine
There could be neither rules nor limits
If you were mine and I were yours
You already are… don’t you think?
Though not physically your soul belongs to me
What if you were mine?? Completely!
What if I love you anyway??
