BURNT

His eyes looked at me, expectantly
Half-smile, mocking,
In the morning hours of wee

His missing hand, reminding,
Of the bygone memories,
Of unfinished, untold stories,
And of times no longer binding

And so he remains missing,
He remains, black as coal,
Black, as if, baring from his soul,

And then...a fire began to sting

As the sculpture burned, I burnt it all,

The scorned lover in me jumped,
And with that, with that I burnt down my wall.

LOVE

I have met love, and known love,
Touched the intangible,
I have heard love, seen two-dove,
Though I am yet to give in...

 Such utter love, I saw,

 In all the things around,
In apples, maples and sea shells,

Lying on the ground,
And as if on cue, I heard of love,

In every other sound.

And even when I saw a bow,

Attached to him, oh dear,
Flying away, winking away,

Cupid waved smiling,
And I felt ecstatic, over the world,

Ran away all fear,
And all I saw, and heard and learned,

Suddenly was inside me.