how about we
focus on
the blood
that’s painting
our streets red
and not on
the blood that
i can’t help
but shed

there is a
difference.
one of them
is unnatural.

we are the people
of contrast.
storm in the cloud.
glory in the blood.
joy despite fury.
peace in the flowerbeds.

the day comes to an end.
night says it’s about ten minutes away. in the meantime, sunset switches the kettle on, slips its feet into fluffy slippers and turns the lights low. night says its outside. moon wishes sun sweet dreams, requests prayers of strength, anoints its head with oil before locking the door behind it. earth takes centre stage for the second act, lit by the eyes of stars. and with undeniable stage presence, it performs the monologue for night. the droplets that form streams and oceans stand still. winds hold their breath, the leaves faint, the clouds silently weep in awe.

And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.