Love Is...

By Ashish Saran Shakya

It's something I understood,

I thought I did,

It's complicated I see now,

Love is intricate somehow.

A mystery it is to all,

The fallen can't comprehend what is,

The heartbroken don't believe what was,

Those left searching believe in it till now,

The labyrinth has not been understood somehow.

Some say there are no beautiful days,

I beg to differ, the day I met her was one,

Every day I spend with her is just fun,

The day I tell her, could be one,

When I am with her I care about none.

Love is not bound,

It's accepting,

The flaws and all,

Maybe with some hesitation,

At least that’s the determination.

By Ashish Saran Shakya