Stuck In Love
Written by Sourav Tripathy
Walking around holding hands
sharing mementos with emotions;
gazing at the night sky
with eyes wide open,
is what they do in love.
Grand gestures with flying speciality
is what they do to confess,
but I don’t understand why
The eyes never do the talking
or heart beats speak
in between human tumults.
Is it the euphoria of love
or the drug of oozing hormones
where they lose it all.
I stand with utter disbelief
with my soul burning over lava,
the way I feel about it
is the darkest of all.
I cry with petrified feelings
yet disobey the very law,
though tempted by worldly pleasure
my heart intends to not to fall in love.
Music tries to lift me up
yet I sit with horrified thoughts
because it is where I feel safe
from the cracking ideas of mad love.
Hatred is where I stand
but in clear thoughts of finding one
I still sit beside the stupid tree.
Over with the very ideas of vehemence
I stare with an empty heart,
thats when she arrived
with scariest stories to share.
She too liked being a nyctophile
and hearing whisper in winds,
that was the point
where I regained my faith in love.
Her stories drove me crazy
Gave me a rush with fears,
I held her hands
defying the very rule of my thoughts.
She laughed and comforted me with care
that’s when I listened to the beat of her heart-
thumping with the rate of my heart.
Love was yet to happen
but with a topping of silence
because it is where we matched
riding over our kindled past.