A Poem On Love Poem Poem by Sanjukta Nag

Writing a love poem is so easy
When you are swimming in love with someone.
Just compose some maudlin lines
On the eternal ‘Romeo-Juliet’ ideas of romanticism.
Sprinkle silvery stardust and soft moonbeams,
So that your lover’s face can glow
More and more bright than any astral light.
And conclude your journey by lying with him
On the bed of thornless roses
While heads sharing the same pillow,
Hearts reflecting the same domestic dream.

But writing a love poem seems to be most painful
When you have drifted apart from your loved one,
Like a lost ship floats hopelessly under foggy clouds,
In the middle of the Bermuda triangle.
Each emotion you try to scribble
On the red-turned-black paper of love,
Instantly brings thousand years of rain in your eyes.
The sun becomes inadequate to warm your cold skeleton,
The moon appears like a confused silly satellite
That keeps changing its avatar every single night.
And you pretend to be in love,
Only to be the most fortunate lover in the world of poetry.
It hurts,
It hurts to consider that
For whom you are putting those words one by one,
Clothing them beautifully with praised rhetoric,
Is never going to read that
Or look back at you in his farthest oblivion.
Because he doesn’t know,
You still sleep each night on the lap of darkness
Remembering his playful smiles,
And wake up screaming his name from a nightmare.
He doesn’t want to know,
You are still writing something about him,
That is supposed to be known as a love poem.