Passionately smooching each other
One nuzzling the other dove
Triumphantly envying me
Made me ruminate my cowardice towards love.
That love is the contorted version of devotion
I had been soothing myself with
Vowing not to plunge into the tantalizing pool
I thought I rescued my heart from the impassioned scythe.
Closing eyes I thought
‘The horripilation of solicitous touches
And wobbles in the gut
Are mere callow theatrical things
To which pragmatic minds, their doors must shut.
And love being called a solvent
Perhaps a fallacious judgement of credibility,
For it cannot solvate inherent flaws
Making space only for perfections and affability.
Roughly dragging into a field
Of subsequent tests of fidelity
Love mainlined with the venom of possessiveness
Demands regular testaments of chastity.
Hearts vow to coalesce
But minds fail to acquiesce
Souls scuffle in the mean
Landing up in a putrefying mess.
The bondage is never as flawless as it seems
Arms don’t circle round you whenever you want
Often it’s not the coveted hands coming to mend your ripped heart
Love is rather a painfully silent rant. ‘
But the moment I opened my eyes
And willingly cleansed my glasses
I saw the metamorphosis of my views
And my notions eventually churning into ashes.
The breeze gracefully bends down
Planting a kiss on the leaves
They shyly wriggle and rustle
Like a bride who gives off euphoric heaves.
And the sea…
The sea despite being turned down
Courses towards the shore
At times though it slows down
It always tries some more.
The sun like an evasive beau
From east to West continues to run
The sunflower but endeavours to glimpse
For it just can’t stop loving the sun.
The clouds often projecting dominance
Garb the sun in the darkest cloak
A couple of hours elapses the clock
And the same sun, with its comforting warmth
The brimming tears of the clouds does soak.
How the mighty , blazing sun
Elegantly dies every day
So that the cold moon can live
And get some hours to be gay.
Love is not so spick and span
It is a blissful pain
It’s all about losing yourself
Without thinking what you gain.
There is beauty in imperfections
In chasing your elusive love
There is always a pleasure in embracing flaws
And with your beloved rising above.
This planet functions with warped affairs
With no disruption of harmony
Clad in the robes of mundane passion
We fail to frisk with love’s pristine symphony.
There is gratification in haughty grievances
And of course pleasure in pain
Who can know the elation of a selfless amity
Without having self conceit slain.
Of course we can’t have fairy tales
We need not strive for them
Let’s aspire for poignant companionships
Doing away with the blame game.
For once don’t love but be devoted
And from expectations rise above
Like you give in to God, not knowing if he did nod
See how the toughest of people genuflect,
Confessing you their love!

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