Where's the love, hidden in this scratching pencil, locked in my fingertips, cheating slumber?

What does the night weave, just when the peacocks scream- love? The nightly amber?

But what does love make us, in those telephonic beeps' exodus- eternal or ephemeral?

When lovers die, love does cry- sue that love which smells only the animal !!

That love is shy, holding 'you' as 'mine', under the shadows of your " candle-light" !

You feel that love , being far apart, upon bedsheet creases , on a teary night!

That love is stealthy, and kisses gently, while memories twinkle in the nightly sky !

That love does whisper, sounds of laughter, in evening breezes , where the wings fly!

Yes, that love is heavy, when you levy, a smile to hide your tears-

But it will catch you, beyond your logical hue , and free death's dominion fears !

That love strikes once, but life mimicks its dance, as we long for it !

So , keep it preserved, don't witch or wizard, in your ostensible fleshy animal outfit.

Hence, when I breathe , this mundane air, where survival of the fittest is bred-

My sonnet cares, to love you my love, even years after we are dead !!

- Arghyadip❤️❤️

We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds  or waters, souls to love;
But, love is a ****** red rose, whose thorns can stab like knife!

Love can make the dawn smile on the dew that covers the jasmine-
Love makes little lovers kiss their breaths for their griefs' vaccine;
But, love is a dreadful genesis, of death, that can ******* life!!

Oh, love, gave birth to great classics, great poets and great writers;
The platonics, the romantics, cooked business in the names of lovers-
But , love is a selfish shade, which never heeds the hunger' s strife;

Love is like that eight legged spider,
With its  web all around-
Trapping men and women in its dogmatic chamber,
And put 'em in a Titanic that had 'drowned'!

So , my loving mankind , let you not fathom in the oceans of love-
Be those white butterflies to float in the skies above!
Be that thunder of love and know its prowess;
Don't trick love as a bait to the *******'s impress!

Let your Valentine flower, fruit a bread for a beggar-
And let your ostensible diamond, coal a poor child's future;
For love is wealthier than wealth and riches,
Cut your bell-botts and switch to the breeches;

Let your love escape your lover's eye,
And hinder every tear in tormented despair,
For love is mankind's most powerful ally,
Mightier than the gun game, if only played fair!

As God wrote love, with no selfish fetters,
So , let love grow, with no torn love-letters!!

Arghyadip