Love in the Time of Morality

At times, love takes the guise of fake morality

Preaching, the candle light path ways,

While, loving you passionately

like a deep blue night.


He paints his canvas, summer

Like fire on his veins

And pass like wind

Unaware of the spring, mounting

at the edges of his vision.


Just pause and turn back

To see gulmohar fluttering

beats of you and me

over April sky

Like butterflies on a flight


I am no sculptor

to chisel a language

out of your inexpressive eyes

and sudden flashy smiles.


Why don’t you flow to me?

Like an ocean after a quake.



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