Love !

The words I've chosen 

Weren't right.

Situations were against me.

Whenever you fought with me

I forgot the rhythm.

The rhythm of thinking.

The rhythm of breathing.

I forgot the real me.

O love, your words are hurting

More than swords do.

And it pierces into my heart,

You make me bleed

Without slitting my veins.

I wasn't right. 

I never were.

What is the antidote.

I want to mend your pain.

I want you,

Your mellow words, Your love ! 

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  © Rakesh Raghavan

Editor : Naveen Babu 

Pic courtesy: google