On Days Like These

The oppressive summer wraps its heat
around me with its tenacious tentacles.
It chokes me with a blanket
till I struggle to break for air.
She reminds me a bit of
how Love can be sometimes.
It is supposedly beautiful.
but, mostly Love is jaded.
Weighing on the senses,
rambling on like a broken record
while the music has long
stopped making any sense.
Like a faded sign post that
often survives thundering hurricanes
Love stands bent and battered,
yet, holds up incessantly
against the onslaught of the world.
Sometimes love is like a fallen star,
streaking the horizon before burning
to a shade of its former specter.
Constant and adamant in her chasing,
Love is like a tigress stalking
every chance to prey and devour
when and who she wants, leaving the
leftovers for the hyenas to pick on.
Like a crocodile, never satiated,
Love is always looking for a snack,
even when it pretends to doze in the sun.
Once in a while though I wonder whether
I have really met Love yet.
Am I still searching the wrong corridors
Of an old museum trying to find the
right section of erotology,
while history tries to drown me with a
sense of overwhelming and misplaced anthropology.
On days like these, I wonder what Love really is.


About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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