Nistaraka - An Anthology Of Hopes.

Love

There's a destructive kind,
Manipulation and lies,
That's love,
Shedding a thousand tears,
Just to hold on to that one thread,
That's love,
Years full of sorrows,
And scathing agony,
That's love,
But then there's the other kind,
The one that creeps slowly,
Unexpectedly,
The one that makes you cross a universe,
Just to see someone smile,
The one where gifts have no value,
The one where ballads are sung,
Where there are stolen glances,
And unconditional affection,
But I was too busy,
Noticing the one where I cried,
To find the dimension where,
Love was all that mattered,
And the irony,
As I grew into the fake lies,
Not knowing that,
Sometimes love is enough,
And then came a choice,
The hardest of all times,
And as I cried that night,
The tears soaking my clothes,
That love was all I had,
And love was all that I lost.