Thursday, December 02, 2004


It seemed from what people say
That this would be an experience
That'd never come till now in my way.
But now that I'm there
It doesn't feel that different.
Like a 16 year old
I heave a sigh,
'I'm in love!'
And I feel a little elated
A little excited.
This feeling of madness towards a person
(Definitely not Obsession
Because that's a mere disease)
Which makes my life seem brighter
Though still doesn't take away from it
What I really am.
This brings in a newer aspect
Into my already schizoid personality.
These new days seem to be a stimulating change
Bringing a new countenance, an expression indescribable.
Is this love that all spoke and sang about?
If it is, then yes I'm in love!

Love hurts cried a sad lover.
Love is beautiful exclaimed a teen!
Love is life stated a dreamer…
Love is confusing, love is varied,
Love is a term that's most often used.
It's a word that's most often used
A word that is a life in itself.
It can be a reason
For many a person's living
In many varied ways.
A life of love as reality
Or love as a basis to their dreams
It can make a person's life
In some way or the other.
This emotion, this expression
This word is inevitable.
Beggaring description
This word exists
And the stimulating truth is
It'd never cease to exist!


At 8:35 PM, Blogger L*J said...

Hey Sunu love is beautiful, love hurts and love is definitely confusing.
Beautiful poem!!

At 10:46 PM, Blogger jax said...

beautiful poem!! but why did it stop at louve? :-O dil maange more!


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