RAGE OF LOVE

Be adaptable to change. If you insist on taking a stand; someone will move the earth under you.

Poems

My eyes avoid meeting yours now,

My mind goes berserk and boils over,

My core shrinks and soul cringes,

My body wants to run away,

My once caring hands rise involuntarily to choke you,

Every time you come nearby.

Amidst the memories of mine from the past,

of my finding succour within your bosom,

listening to our heartbeats

sitting beside you,

Either in silence or in darkness every evening, like it is now.

All of that, left behind some three thousand odd days ago,

But that Lillypool seems a cesspool now,

your smile of contentment, baring the fangs,

that tongue has turned black and forked,

The hand that caressed me feels like the slithering of a krait.

This is the story of a thing,

which gave me the feel of weightless soaring,

which others call as falling.