By Rajitha Unni
I am glued to the knotty concept: love.
My love in turn is glued to the excoriation by the folks whom I love.
I know I am a hurdler,
undoubtedly,I fall everytime.
But I revere the charmer named love,
so I love more and more again and again.
I love the spice labelled love,
I add this in everything to get it's full flavour.
Some relish it, but some denounce it to be less spicy.
But I love more and more again and again.
My lovely sketch named love nutrifies each soul
with its arresting tints.
But for few, this image is obscene as they are in their egomaniacal world.
Whatever, I love more and more again and again.
Love at times is murky and shaded,
with its daggered slashes and bruises.
But sporadically, it is drop-dead gorgeous,
with its beguile talks and bear hugs.
No matter what, I love more and more again and again.
I am trapped in the mystical sphere of love
which carries us to a spiritual journey,
and also to an unblemished world at the same time.
But I assure to love more and more again and again..