Last Love
Love – a single word to relieve from all sorts of stress
A curing medicine fromcomplete sickness
A boosting therapy to energize oneself
A high-drug tablet to overcome worries
A model which doesn’t tear to pieces
A preservative to save human soul
A magical garden having summer throughout the year
A blooming flower whose fragrance never sheds
A virus which cannot be shattered
A strange feel sometimes at first sight.
An endless stream taking source from mountains-where
There is no instance of water foundation
With neither a beginning nor an end
Starting from the eyes,
stimulating the pulses,
entering the tissues,
electrifying veins,
piercing the brainpower,
pressurizing the blood vessels,
widening sensational thoughts,
demolishing every part of incapability,
facing world with a chuckle in cheeks.
-were the symptoms happened to me – when
I too was caught as a victim.
It inspired whole organs of the body,
making it a slave to Him.
Though grasped my heart's room for a short occasion - and
Even if the person doesn’t deserve to be placed,
The position is impossible to be replaced by any other
I was suspected to be flying far above ozone
unaware my legs are static and silent in soil
Unsure of its advent, keyed up with its anticipation,
Moved at its motivation, wretched due to its annulment-and
Now I’m in a lifeless state after the Loss of all my GAINS.
Clutching his hands,
Clinging his shoulders,
Hours of conversations,
Desire to fulfill his every wishes ?
Locking my voice, when his anger raises,
A divine compromise following a huge quarrel,
Lived like a couple for awhile, unconscious that it was a play. .
Believed of walking unto the glittery path,
I fell into the sun-which Burnt me entirely
From brain cells destroying throughout my flair.
Clarify my doubts:
Am I attracted to your affectionate masculine talks?
Is my mind polluted with your filthy lies?
Is that warmth friendliness mistaken as Love?
Is Possessiveness mistaken as Love?
Is an act of care mistaken as Love?
Is your Fleeting look mistaken as Love? Or else
Is it substantial bodily Lust mistaken as Love?
Even after knowing U are a cheat, why couldn’t I ignore U?
May be I might have chosen a wrong person to love.
But my Love never went wrong… being contented with my sorrows and tears.
Its my journey treasuring the pleasurable pain of my Last Love * * $$Good Bye$$
Copyright © Hannah Francis | Year Posted 2010
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