Love Is Waste Of Time Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Love is a waste of time
Something worn, covered in grime.
Biological processes,
like parachuting in the dark.
Leaving you numb,
when you're rejected.
Rather than feeling dejected,
you carry on.

Blinkers protecting you,
from feeling blue.
But how many hurdles,
must you face.
In this affection race.
Fallen down In my Grand National.
Getting up bruised,
without my pilot.
How many times,
before I win my love?

Psychics and clairvoyants,
could tell me my fate.
Fear and anticpation,
will fuel my doubt.
Before my lips sealed,
with a loving pout.
How long, how long..
Oh love, is a waste of time........

I Siddiqi 1.9.2010