…. and they call it love!

vikas chandra

Who’s not the one, who didn’t bear?
That chase of life’s, honeyed bitter affair
It had to be, for it had to be
For naïve heart, knows not, love’s decree

To behold someone, in eyes, then heart
Till the hopes despair, and dreams depart
Is love, envy’s creed, or a soul’s sole need
Why a woman made to feed, a man’s fanatic deed?

Who are the ones blessed, who didn’t fall?
Or fluky fellas, who sailed thru it all?
That abyss called love, fathomless, its soul
Perished ones bemoan, chosen ones extol

Why we own and pride, without consent
For a love unsought, why a virgin heart, misspent
What becomes of man, now a soul vagrant?
Like an ash-clad sage, breathing dead love’s chant

Why love’s akin, to an unmissable whore
Unquenched with semen, her passions galore
Myriad shreds of heart, to prey upon
Vain splendor’s price, in bloodbath, drawn

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