Love : A Concoction Of Paradoxes

By Khushi Gupta

I stand here on the top of it all

Bleeding , crying , whispering your name

Tasting hell in my mouth

I lay down my shame

If you would let me , I would carve out a souvenir from your bones and wear it around my throat

You bleed , too

Ate your heart out till there was nothing left

My soul? A fractured mess

A recluse

With nothing to lose, You made me. My voice cracks

You fill the silence with love

As I savour the joy of it all. Love is blood , pain , brokenness, hell

But

It's also medicinal , healing, cure and heaven. It's everything deadly and everything afterlife worthy. Experience it once , my love

You'll get addicted.

By Khushi Gupta