Love...this thing called Love!!!

Some say it feels heavenly…

Some may find it Satan’s grasp,

For some love is to hold respect…

While others hail it in the spirit of lust!

When in kindergarten…

Love is to be cuddled, to be insane it is,

But with the passage of time…

It certainly takes forms that it never did!

My mum was my first love…

For she brooded in me vanity and prowess alike,

And then came my hero…

Oh! How I wished I met him every now and morrow!

In the roll of time that changed it all…

And as my shorts shrunk,

Simplicity was long forlorn…

And it was only lust that stayed on!!

While some call it Gen X…

For others it is a mere ploy,

What remains constant in this treachery…

Is love, in its plethora of shapes and forms!!

In this short life that I had…

There are multitudes I’ve seen,

From the purest of pure feelings…

To the ones that are muffled truths indeed!!

To be happy…to feel a sate within…

There is not much that we do

But, it is these two things that we show a slack for,

That MAKES US. Or BREAK US through!!

Love is intricate, delicate and coy…

No matter how we feel about it.

In times that we think we failed,

LOVE this thing called LOVE…

Becomes for us, our hope and our power to fly by!!

Oft have I asked, “What is love?”

Is love a stream or a bunch of incoherent phases...

Peeking through the mesh of human emotions…

Why do lovers part then, while the bond linking them,

Stays as firm and never astray??

Be it a platonic form or

The most carnal manifestation it be…

What is true is true…love or lust…

It is we who make it what it is!!