Love is not just a feeling,

Not a haze

You’d dream to taste.

Not a light

You’d find in your darkest days.

It is not the hand you take

Which is but rather

A parasite on you.

Love is nowhere

But just in a fraction of time.

Naked love that

Touches your scaly self.

Love is that

Which not only makes you dream

But kicks you back in reality.

It is that

Which shows you

The touch of winter winds,

The smell of warm crimson fumes;

Which makes it bearable for you

To see the gaudy city lights.

Love is a drop

While we look for an ocean;

Or perhaps it is an ocean

While We

Only relish a drop of it.

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Post Script: Apologies for using a heterosexual/ heteronormative picture for depicting the poem. The poem looks into over simplified idea of loving someone and looks into loopholes of such love. Even though such instances may exist even in homo-normative love, that would not be the first theme I would want to write about homo-normative love. I think this poem could not do justice to homosexual/ non heteronormative love in a society like ours which is predatorily looking for ONLY loopholes in it.

So, I promise to write a well themed poem about homo-normative and polyamorous love in latter days or months.

Until then enjoy reading and share your views in the comments. Contact me on twitter to get in touch.