Darling , ever been in love?
Always…
Ever tried to outpour some ?
So loud, keeping you mum.


The faded saga,
And my mind lost in dilemma !
Tough it was,
A tale painted in sienna.

The mind has it all,
Ain’t it more whole,
The scars so sharp,
Earthquake causing a fault scarp.


Is love always in bruises ,
Where one wins and the other loses?
Or it’s just unfair to me ?
Why ain’t love yet mine cup of tea ?

Love, a deep sea,
Where “We” is You and Me.
Yesterday seems blur,
Faded with it mine hue and color.

A few years later,
I wish to utter –
“Hola, this is whom I have”.
And darling, this is the “You” I crave .

The “you” is mine end to the story,
Let’s now cherish the saga of glory,
The magic spell that we carry,
Shall keep away our agony ?

Is love yet real ?
A thrill of zeal & surreal ?
Is love yet a serene deal,
Can The magic spell truly heal?

Cause ,am seeking a soothing tale,
Kissing goodbye to the ring of a knell .
The old me had faced a series of ail,
This time, I no wish to fail.

Spouting Out of the Heaven’s pail,
The potion of the “Magic spell”.
That drenches my barren soul,
Fixing the broken pieces “Whole”?