This simple, complicated life.

Love

- My heart falls in love easily.

be it with a imaginary being written with ink on a dead tree,

 the green lush in the leaves of a sapling,

the sky blue of the clouds,

the depth of an ocean 

or a ferocious living beast.

-My heart knows how to love,

it knows how to pour out love to form an ocean.

- But, when it comes to loving itself,

It throws daggers at me

and shatters down like a piece of glass.

It pours out an ocean of hatred

whose deadly waves engulf me,

Kill me. 

                     - Samruddhi