They say love can heal you Love can make you grow Love can make you a better person I agree to all these facts But i somewhere abominate the theory That, only the love induced from someone else Can catalyse these to work efficiently. Why isn't self-love suffice ?
I know love is not demanding I know love is patience unending Only giving and forgiving A perennial ocean with waves of trusting But this fathomless possessiveness I'd forever retain This passion for you would never end. Even if your love for me would fall deficient Even if you deny to sail in my waves of emotion No one would see my tears No one would know my pain But then , A burning sensation would Encroach incessant Igniting entire arteries and veins This love's only so inflammable Never compromising with sharing With the opponent Never negotiating You , the donor And the recipient ... Me and only me None other On the other end .
A billion dollar conflict Dies Inside a ragged duvet In a dimly lit motel room.
Out there , in the parking Some peakey dreams shed off Their last of seathes And doze off ! Like tired realities.
A flock of fools , ride their pink elephants Smoke, fancy shaped Puffs And go on crumbling terrestrial green-blue landmarks Till the choisest of balls, drop From between the thighs Of a matured Oblivion .
Every thing seems so full of hush That When they get up They look for meanings And You look for them.
Dear One, On days like these You must realize Poetry is just a cheap Substitute Of the life You been looking for. A makeshift of sorts That fills your gaps With its tangerine syllables .
But it's worth A search , a pursuit More than every other thing Even if it's a tiny speck Of nothingness Before What's never found .
And You , You do never let go off what you have For something that you're never going to get ! Or you do ?