Post #5087

Of love, and love Always have a question peeked inside me, always have I marveled to know what is love. Line of small efforts, eased up so easily in a heart like pomegranate, peeling off layers, poems it had wove. Always have rain sang how he left me in a soaked thin road, When rain poured like a razor melted to hurt me, waves of tears rode. Is love felt at the point of a leftout, like the cutting of a nerve in a surgery, where pain dulls. My consciousness fled, I grew to a thin heinous girl of self blames, pain nulls. Then I saw the rain slowly retreating, then I saw him smile. Ofcourse there was she, someone else, they screamed a song without lyrics. Or I didn't want to know such lyrics, cause the world has become a place so vile, vile. Love is a condition, divine. Those who never known to their heart, it is a possession of thousand togetherness... It is yours, it is mine. #Saramts#poetry#review