SO-CALLED LOVE

By Samiksha Garg

When,

lights disappear

world is unfair

trust motions projectile

deceit matted on aisle

I’ll offer you eternity

not less than that.

I’ll take you

where,

the beds of cloud

azure of Milky Way

tents of love

ambience of amusement

spice of joy,

that will

melt the pain of your eyes

shatter the ties

make room for light

that passes uprise.

Digging deep into you

all encounters I make

some ugly some fake

some sour and some on stake.

I’ll love you, warm you

there

I will offer you eternity

not less than that.

By Samiksha Garg