To love is to sin.
To have it broken it into a
Thousand mirror shades.

To love is to hold the cup of
Vulnerability.
To sip it's tea, allowing yourself to be
Weak to those who your soul craves for.

Love is a poison;
An enchanted poison that keeps
You drowning in.
Makes you want it, have it, sip it
Until every part of your body is
Ablaze with agony.

Love is the only element in this world
To possess the most power gifted to
Humanity:
The power to make or break.
Those who have too much love destroy
Those who have none.
And tho have none, spend all their
Lives trying to acquire it - they
Gaze at it like it's a golden bird meant
To possess, meant to treasure.
And those who have never had it
Before become enchanted as soon as
They have a sip of it;
Turning into a mad hatter;
A possessed being, they go in search
Of it and get engulfed by desire & in
Return lose their way home and
Instead settle for the clouds of
Illusion.

There comes a time in everyone's
Life when they encounter the
Mysterious shadow that is love.
Either as an intruder;
A gift or by stumbling upon it.
And when they do - when they take
It in, all of it in, when they feel
Loved, cherished, cared for.
When they feel as though they're by a
Warm fireplace by wintry day,
Love snatches it all away from their
Hands.
For what no one knows except god
Himself.
Perhaps god doesn't know it either.
For it's ageless, no-one knows of its
Existence.

All I know is that it causes joy and pain
Everywhere it goes.
Love's shadow is entirely made up of
2 nodes like that of the moon's -
North and south:
Joy and pain.

Love is a plague.
For it destroys you temporarily
When it departs.
Yet that pain is sudden, deep and
Fiery.
It tears and eats away at your soul.
It converts your head into a
Whirlpool.
Some say it feels like an arrow through
The chest.
But that's false.
It takes it's form as a deep anguish that
Slowly spreads through your veins
Drowning & engulfing you in pain,
Melancholy; makes it self a shade of
Sordidness.
It tips you on the edge of the ice and
The only thing that can keep you
Back from falling is sheer strength,
Unbreakable willpower and a
Steel mind.
Alas! Not everyone possess such
Virtues.
Even if they did,
Love does bend one a little like a
Broken branch.

When love comes it comes like
Summer.
Then as times flies by, it rains down.
Then come moments of autumn &
Finally the bitter winter.

When love comes, it presents itself as
The reddest roses in a garden ;
As a summer breeze.
And when it fades it goes like rain -
Leaving puddles and the faint memory
Behind.
When the trace of its existence is gone.
It turns into ice.
Everything - you, your heart or soul
For that matter freeze with shards of
Ice again.
It comes and goes in cycle and
Fortunate are those who experience it
Twice.
For all plagues leave some remnants
Behind.

-Ridhima Joshi