Sunday, December 4, 2011

Love (Poem)


 
You come across -
Two strangers.

Your eyes meet,
You talk in silence,
Share your likes and sometimes dislikes.

You kiss and feel you’ve never been kissed before,
Be in each other’s arms and find the world you’ve ever been searching for.

You fight and feel your hearts clogged,
Make love and let your hearts overflow.

You blame, you defend each other.
You walk along, hand in hand,
And sometimes, trail behind the one who walks ahead.

You make promises and break them,
Make each other cry.
You slap and caress with the same hand.

You love, you live and part ways,
And come together again; sometimes never.

And that’s love.
It makes us completely alive,
It makes our every senses heightened, emotions magnified,
Our everyday reality is shattered and we live a reality we like…

It lasts a moment, an hour, a month or for years,
And it leaves us with a handful of memories we treasure for a lifetime.

“And who says it’s all just a fairytale?”

There’s love,
You know it.
I know it.

It’s fleeting, persistent, trivial, meaningful,
Painful, soothing…
It makes sense but it is ridiculous.

That’s love.

And as long as it lasts,
IT’S FUCKING GOOD!

2 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ha yes it is and yes it does...its like playing with fire...it warms you so, yet handled wrong and it will char you good...

devika said...

To make something that has neither definable quality nor discernible purpose is to experience first hand the joy of original creation.And thts what poetry does for you..:)..glad you got back to writing :)

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