What is love?

Deceitful or delightful?

I wonder if there is one so true

I ponder if there is one so pure

Yet we fall in and out of love

Like fish playfully bobbing in and out of water

One minute we are Inseparable

The other we are strangers

To the person whom we once profess love

Tell me Edna, is love a mystery?

Or does it elude mystery

Because it’s so deep yet shallow

So significant yet dim

Just like an early morning mist, clouding my sense of reasoning and controlling my subconscious mind

Edna, I move from East to West

To see my love but what I saw

Was not what I could tell North or South.

I am struggling to see light in this tunnel

And trying hard to see through my tears

Many has come and gone because of love

And many had survived because of love

Just want to be among the lucky ones

But right now, the world seems apart

And life seems to be numbered

Because my number one had vanished into the thin air

Leaving the fragrance of his love behind.

Tell me Edna, is life complete with love?

Or is it incomplete without love?

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Because I want to know if I can still face the world once again.

And on that fateful day, amidst the full glare of people

When my life is on hook and the next minute unsure

I have been framed with murder and no one believed me

Never blamed anyone though, because I was unsure of myself too

Though, I knew I was Innocent.

Friends slipped away

Family too disappointed to speak

Admirers creeped away

And in the next hour I await my fate to be decided.

Five minutes to go…

I noticed people were turning towards a direction

Too aggrieved to speak or turn, I kept quiet

But I was startled, Love came from no where to prove my innocence

With piles and piles of evidence he has got, I was acquitted.

Too good to be true, tears filled my eyes.

Tell me Edna, what best describes Love?

Because the mystery gnaws at my subconscious mind

He shattered my heart into debris

Yet saved my life from going debris

Deep yet shallow

Significant yet dim

Seasons will come and go

Decades will bore centuries

But no one can explain the mystery of Love

Dynamic yet strong

And we can’t just help it but fall in and out of love

Like fish playfully bobbing in and out of water.

A CREATIVE WRITING

BY

                   MMESOINSPIRES.

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