The problem
With love
In this social age
Is how it begins
Like the onset of spring
With those incorrigible rainshowers
Ones that never stop bursting
Out of that dark cloud
And have every intention
To wet your insides
And leave you vulnerable
With a bit of ecstasy
Mingled with an overflow of emotions
It begins with too much ease
Unexpected, pacing, and
Grunting heavily,
As it gains up on you
Like that creepy witch
Sneaking up on you
Trying to catch you unawares
And bring you down
And push you,
To the depths of your despair
At that fine opportune moment
When you stop listening
Or paying heed,
To what your mind says
Because you are smitten, already
And when the push comes to shove
You have a hard time
Biting the reality
Coming to terms with the harsh truth
It isn’t easy
And it happens
And it’s nobody’s fault really
It’s just that
Sometimes, rather
Most of the times,
In this world,
People are at a loss,
About how to love,
Or they have forgotten,
What is feels,
To be loved
Maybe,
It’s the celebratory romances,
That have overpowered the truths
That you and I,
Might face, out here
In this world,
Maybe we aren’t inclined to last,
But whatever the age maybe,
I wouldn’t want anybody to feel
What I feel tonight,
What it is to love
And what it is to have lost
I am sad, today
But here’s hoping,
That this too,
Shall pass..
Maybe..
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