Category: twenties

If you can move over the song
That said it feels like heaven with me
May be love is nothing but an illusion

May be we as humans surrender
Only to what’s important
And to the convenience of what we need

If a term like ‘break up’ exists
It can only mean
There is love
But no true love

It is as situational as sleep
And as instinctive as hunger

If change is the only constant
I doubt there was ever an eternal love

No matter how much I want to believe
My love is longer than my life..
And your heart will belong to me forever
I know it isn’t,

I know the need to survive
Is may be greater than all
And love, as natural as it is
As beautiful as it is
Is more of an adornation
A rhetorical metaphor

You fall in love someday,
And someone else a few years later
What is love if it cannot be fought for ?
If it’s not selfishness,
And the helplessness to survive,
That inspires companionship..
What exactly is ?
Is love actually a nature’s trick ?

It’s a timeless question a lover asks,
When being abandoned
What about all the promises you made ?
What about the moments we spent together and thought we’ll be together forever..

God forbid those vows be broken,
But if they can be,
Whether easily or in agony

Pardon do I ask,
But I doubt on the existence of love
If it thus be broken so easily
In the presence of fear
Or a blissful empathy
I refuse to believe that love exists..

If life be this complicated
And love comes so easy
Rebukes on the existence of it,
Rebukes on the irony of it..

—If an argument be,
It’s real we all can feel it.
Universal in its nature,
No one can deny it exists.

Then I might be forced to think
If we have bent love too as a concept that suits only it’s exploitation ?
Exactly what we did to all other things..—

While using everything to our advantage,
When the greed exceeds the need
I guess, the quality of everything deteriorates
And love in this case
Might be the culprit, might be the victim too..

And again as we can only question It’s existence
Like we do of God..
I guess like in tough times,
She is the only one we remember.
Even if don’t believe in it..
So we remember love,
When we are in the most need of it..

But no matter how much you are..
In anger or in agony,
And question the existence of love
Or life or the truthfulness of the person in question,
For a brief amount of time,
When you remember their name and your heart skips a beat..

No matter how much you deny,
That was love in all it’s might
You were in love inspite of all the fright
And that was all you knew love to be..

Time passes, life grows old..
You will someday run out of time..
But never of love..
And that’s what will support,
All the fallacies you refuse to believe in

Denial or acceptance
Belief or refusal..
You surrender..
And like the rain
Quenches the fiery fire,
Your questions are only the fumes that arise..

Helpless you kneal down,
Clueless you sit
And stare at it raining
May be you’ll never know if it exists or not
But you wonder..
You can only wonder…

That may be Love is not what ceases to exist,
It’s your belief that does..
And no matter how much you question
That was all you knew love to be…