A Second Chance.

LOVE.

  Makes you believe in neophilia.

  Holds you spellbound about sunsets and rains.

  Makes you fall for destiny.

  Turns you into someone you have to pretend to be.

  You start turning guns into roses.

  I plead you to stop.

  I demand you to look through.

  It is just nature's way of tricking people into reproducing.

CONDOLENCES.

And The Story Begins.

Today, on this day,

In this world, this belligerent world,

I, you, he, she. him and her

Make ourselves fall in love

You and I. He and She.

Who are splenetic by the course of life,

Try to find pleasure 

In the gorgeous body,

To escape the cantankerous course of life.

We do have reasons. 

Unexplained reasons. 

The ornery reasons.

You and I, him and her.

Fell in love not with the soul.
We fell in love with the body that one day is going to rot away.

-रिया  सिंह