twas a sunday afternoon
when he went out
on a tour
just to make up for
the lost time
and leisure.

twas under that postlit
shade when i
started to pick
words under Joker's
and truth lower
than any mundane
encounters.

after crossing
those tiring stairs
i laid my body
and started to worry
after telling him
that i hate him so
after all those remarks,
so poor, said i
it took 20 minutes
for me to realize
that it was either
love or attachment.

tears did drop
though everything
was but a false claim
though everything
was still the same
and still will remain
because deep down
i know that
it is either
attachment or
love.