Love,
An over-rated feeling I reckon,
From the second we were born,
Till our very last- breath,
We assume love is in the air,
Literally- in the form of beings.

Humans,
Wow,
Even words aren’t qualified to describe them.

Humans,
Have the power to defile something so pure,
And make themselves victims,
Of their very, own,
Desecration.

Love,
An energy so puissant,
A gift from God,
Can be deceived,
Simply by the glare of two, strong, eyes,
And there it goes,
Love decides to misuse its boundless power.

Before you even know it,
We tend to lose ourselves,
A little, by little,
Just like those trees during fall,
Until,
We’re completely destroyed,
And join all the other broken stars up the sky.

At least,
Those are what my dad said,
When I asked about those,
Single,
Incomplete,
Stars

You made me feel so desperate,
I was just the girl who wanted to live a simple life,
Fall in love,
Have kids,
Settle down.

You came- and showed me things I could have never envisioned,
You- made me dream,
You- lifted me up the chair I was stuck onto,
You- showed me the world that lived out of the little cubicle I was trapped in,
You- showed me the kind of love that made me feel light,
Thanks to the butterflies you caught in my tummy.

You- showed me love,
Then,
You- snatched it away

But,
But, you snatched your love away,
Mine is still enrooted within me,
My feelings,
My desperateness,
My dreams,
All of it is hovering- in the new cubicle you have locked me in.

I’m suffocating,
I can’t breathe without your love,
Despite it being completely bogus.

You have made me weak,
Weaker than ever,
Who gave you the power to make me weak?

Then I realised,
It was me,
It was me who gave you the power,
I- let you in,
I- accepted the ‘love’ you offered,
I- let you haul me out of that dark cubicle I felt less vulnerable in.

**I let you destroy me.

I aspire to be a kind, loving person,
I might not have found the reason behind my existence,
But I do believe being kind and loving will guide me to an answer,
An answer, many aren’t fortunate enough to find.

Maybe I’ll love you maybe I won’t,
Don’t ask me why,
Because that would make me cry.

If you had loved me enough,
You would know why,
At least, I hope you’d know why.

I hope, you’d know it’s not you- but me
It’s because of me, you are locked outside my life,
It’s because of the fear in me.

Be my knight in shining armour,
Break down the wall of fear between us,
And I show you how much luxury my love can offer.

I thought wrong,
I thought I loved you,
I thought you were all I needed,
I thought our memories together, were the little fuel left- for my burning soul,
But God,
I thought wrong.

It wasn’t you,
Neither was it your ‘love’,
Nor those - bitter, sweet memories,
But,
Myself.

I was desperate- for love,
I am desperate -to be loved,
I envied the comfort I sensed when she sunk- into your heaving chest,
I yearned that peace I could never win,
That touch which could mend my shattered leftovers,
And mostly those lips which would sit long enough to carve mine.

Now that I’ve outgrew the tiny box your insincere love had locked me in,
I have learnt to love, love and not you.

Fear,
It’s exquisite on its own,
It plays with you, uniquely at each stage of life,
Form the second you were born to your very, last… breath.

My first breath- out of my mother’s belly,
The fear- that it would be the first and last.

On the first day of pre-school,
The fear- of leaving my parents behind.

The first day of elementary school,
The fear- of boys.

First day of high school,
The fear- of being lonely,
And then,
The worst of all,
The first crush,
The fear- of being crushed.
The fear- of not being tall enough,
Not thin enough,
Not hot enough,
Just not enough,
Not enough,
Not enough for him; to love you  
Just then you’ll realise,
It is not something that should be cried over because,
It is just, not…worth,
But it’s too late,
Isn’t it?
By that time,
Your heart spurts pain; from all the punctures he had made,
It melts; from all those hurtful, fiery words, he had uttered.

Then its repercussions,
The fear- of falling in love again,
The fear- that it will a happen; all, over again,
But,
That is, love-isn’t it?
It just doesn’t give a **** about how or even what you feel?
It’s just selfish- just, like the ones who you end up falling in love with,
And despite all,
You will still fall for him!
You will drown in his flattery words,
And comfort your cold heart from the warmth of his skin,
And kiss him- till you can taste his soul,
Every single day, and night.

Then,
The awful fear,
Oh My!
The fear- of him leaving,
But you will marry him anyways,
Because that is love.

And at last,
The moment where love is expressed without a single, word,
The moment where you make love,
The moment where you merge,
Connect,
Feel,
Unite,
Form ONE pure soul.

Then motherhood visits,
A little something,
That brings shine and tranquility,
An art that represents you both.

And it all starts,
It starts; all, over again.

Fear.

God I wanna hate you,
I wanna curse you,
Yes,
I want to ram you with a concrete mixer,
And I want you to be swept away by a hurricane,
But then she appears,
She appears like a red, warning, siren, in my head.

Her smile,
Her laughter,
Her beauty,
Her everything,
Mostly,
The comfort I sense when she lays against your chest,
The same comfort I felt,
When I was the one playing on the swings of your chest.


Only because I understand the way you make her laugh,
The way you fall asleep playing with her hair,
The way you haul her into your arms and kiss her when no one is watching.

I know,
I know everything,
But I also know how it is to be snatched away from all of those,
And I want her to treasure all that she has,
Only until she loses the battle to some other girl.