Love Is Shit

This is a messy piece.

Love is nothing—

I mean, it’s the absolute shit to ever exist.

It’s an unkempt feeling; it gives me a rash.

I scratch and tear and bleed

Last time, I swore by my life I’d never bear those four letters,

L–O–V–E.

But it is a thief!

I managed and caught feelings in flight

And eroded my sight

With the oblivion of Oberon.

So I began to crawl

Little by little to where they say love lies

Oh! I spotted him right in the shrub

Dazzling in radiance of the sun

I saw his soul even before I could see him

Fierce yet it’s drawing me near.

I like these kinds of colours.

The rot of Green,

the sting of Yellow,

the depth of Brown.

Those are the bruised colours of life.

And the thought slipped in; yet again,

I’d let life water me!

Let the leaves carry me

And the hyena to my rescue!

The cubs in my crib

And the lion roaring my name

But sometimes, people remain in your dreams forever.

And at last, I was alone before the sea

With grief, it softened me.