Just because I
care, doesn’t mean I love you.
Just because I
dare to say, doesn’t mean I love you.
No matter how
coquetry is the situation,
I cannot fall for this irrational illusion,
what I call
as ‘The Immortal Infatuation’.
The thing you
call love,
is just a wispy
rhythm you see
and this
envisage
in no time will
fade with wee
Love is a false
impression
a Mirage, one
which you fall for
a delusive
faith, a subterfuge
a misted
semblance you desire for
The sooner you
realize the better
that it’s an unimpeachable fictitious phase
But the dumb you are,
for you are
still running in this lost chase.
