Grief.

By Vibha Chethak

they say love is a fairytale which

feels like a sweet dream

why then, 

when i was in love

did it feel like shots of pain and swallowed hurt. 

was my type of love not true,

or maybe it wasn't pure?

because

no one who had been in love 

had told me of these feelings before. 

"it hurt", they had said, 

"when it had passed its time, and yet, i will not give it back even if the world told me it was no longer mine."

why then, do i feel 

the terror of even a thousand deaths remains incomparable.

maybe it just wasn't meant to be. 

or maybe, 

it is the curse that lays upon the unrequited love

of 

By Vibha Chethak