My book of poems..

The Tiring Cycles Called Love

Sometimes I wonder what happens when you take out love from between two peopleThey remain two people, without love.

It is perhaps my head,

Trying to decode the term called love.

Almost every time.

I'd look at two people together for the sake of love and would imagine all the extents of trial that would manage to keep them 'happily in love'.

I'd guess the possibility of that one thing that'd take that love out from between them.

Negative? I accept it to be that way.

But what is love any ways?

I asked people and they'd struggle to explain it to me.

Some would say that it is a warm fuzzy feeling inside our heart,

Some called it the butterflies in the stomach.

While some of them told me, that I'd know only when I fall in love.

And I see it as another complication for me.

Further thought process,

Do I love anyone?

Can I love anyone?

That troubles me, falling in and out of love.

The cycle becomes tiring,

You do it once, it breaks you.

Yet you look out for something in someone else.

And that something never comes,

You remain unsatisfied. Tired. And incomplete.

I'd look at two people together for the sake of love, and I would smile at the idea of giving up to that stupidity and falling in love someday.

And if not, then despite not having found love,

I'd still continue to live.....

@the_silent_Cilantro