Today is the day I declare Bankruptcy of love. When I decided to create, Something called love. Tried to evoke it Which is truly spontaneous. Like those geysers And those hot springs. When I decided to sow Jungle seed and expected A garden to turn up around me. And why not when I know I'm dead inside. No matter how much I push It won't lift a leaf in the air. Such is the power of love. I feel the charcoal and tar Like on the roads Smoldering inside me, Something which is burning With fumes around. Layers upon layers, So when one burns, I don't miss the pains. Always refreshed, And each layer like A sheet of paper Calcines. Where I am made of So many things, And none stick together. I feel the discrete insides Of me stitched together. But more like the pieces Of a jigsaw puzzle Shaped like my insides. So today I give it up In the name of love, For I owe it that much. Finally, today is the day I declare my bankruptcy. _______________________________
Banters of an enamoured soul, in all shades of grey. Life. Poetry. Some Proses. Light and Dark.