Oblivion Of Love

By Nikita Gupta

Intoxicating rush of emotions

Like the frantic waves in the ocean

Be it rib-tickling or spine-chilling

Here, the oblivion of love creeps in.

Wisdom is imbued by trance

Swearing to love one's allegiance

Paying to the world around, no heed

The oblivion of love holds sway, indeed.

Either the self stands sovereign

Or the self lapses into a covert domain

With mind and heart at loggerheads

Wings of the oblivion of love, spread.

A juxtaposition of queasiness n bliss in heart abyss

Convulses into red rage amiss

Or like azure morning sky, is ataraxic

The oblivion of love has its own idiosyncratic tricks.

The flames of loneliness smoulder, even in crowd

Or alone lost in the euphony of delightful memories, piping loud

Whatsoever, imprints are left on the soul

As the oblivion of love is on its roll.

Sleepless nights n reverie is quintessential

Radiating the inner beauty, the self-real

Or unveiling the nerve - wracking devil inside

As the oblivion of love, glides.

Love entails endearment, tender caress and sacrifice

Or voraciousness for lust never suffice

It’s the interplay of hormonal outburst

Unquenchable is the oblivion of love's thirst.

Being the needed strength, brings home the bacon

Or like a poison running down the veins, it falcons

Like a rainbow, an offspring of sunshine with rain

The oblivion of love reigns.

One lifetime seems too short to fully savour

Or unendurable, life seems to be cluttered with wavers

With its incomparable vices n virtues

The oblivion of love has a motley of hues.

By Nikita Gupta