There is a great lack of love in this chaotic life

Poem does not live without love, poetry dies

Without love, the poet becomes jobless, like a wingless butterfly

Like a fading firework- it spreads pollution.

 

I don’t want you; just wish to see you

Just looking at you with tireless eyes, like rejuvenation wine

No expectations, no claim- be in front of my eyes

Love is like a poem- whimsical like a poet.

 

I know, I can’t get you, you are out of my reach

To look at the moon, just enjoying moonlight as an owl

Nor am I worthy of yours,  light-year differences

You are a puzzle, without a solution,

Like the mirage in Aleya…..

There is no reason to love

Yet we are busy looking for reasons

Love becomes in the blink of an eye

In an event or accident-

But why do you love me?

 

Love therefore condition applies

Love does not just happen

It takes time and effort to love

To love is to know love.

 

Sometimes love face, quality, or a body

Love time, company, or place and object

My love is therefore a tie with give and take

I will pick something, give something with both hands…

 

All love is therefore always conditional

So unconditional love fades-

Sells, goes to the other hand to  hands

Now tell me, why do you love me?

I hate waiting more than anything

Yet why do you keep me waiting?

Talk with, see to you, and touch you

Why do you keep me waiting for everything

And getting close to you

It is like waiting for a hundred life-

 

Still waiting to see you

I want to hear from you

The anticipation of touching you before the ice age

You still keep me waiting in such a cruel way?

I hate waiting and love you.

 

I hate waiting…

Look, one day I will die by waiting in your love.