It's my first collaboration with a friend of mine named Rohan Suresh. The first half holds my thoughts while the second is his is reflection. I hope you all like it. All your suggestions are welcome.
It is heavenly yet devilish. It's vulnerable still remains unbreakable. It might be self-demolishing yet self-satisfying. It can be confined yet sets you free. Its letting go of yet holding on to. It's momentous but forever. Out of sight but it isn’t out of mind.
The feeling when you smile fatuously with absolutely no reason. The chilly breath which you take on a cold wintry morning. Those steps when taken increase your heartbeat abnormally and you start freaking out. It's when you are aware that your falling but still can't hold back onto, that excitement of something good which stokes up with each passing day. It's that rose which you need in spite of its thorns which poke you several times. It's the fresh water you drink every day without which survival is impossible. It's the first thing to cross your mind even when on an extremely busy schedule. It's the craving you have for your favorite chocolate. It’s the warmth you feel when you hug your closest friend after years. It’s okay. It's love.
Yes, love it is. True, won’t argue. But let not the beautiful imagery cloak the darker truth.
The gushes of wind fail to overpower the storm that brews within you. The leaves that rustled with zephyrs now float in vacuum. The rose petals you so long held onto despite the thorns now drip drops of blood and trust. The elixir that once quenched your thirst now poisons your bloodstream with hatred and betrayal. Clouds that once blessed you with sun rays now shower rain that drenches you with obliviousness. The same mind that once dreamt of peaceful future now gives birth to anarchy. The cravings you so long had now turn to desire for death. The only warmth you now feel is that of the fire that you have ignited for redemption. The only company you want is that of the man with the scythe. It’s okay. It’s the unrequited love. But, yeah, it’s love.
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