Romance Of Ironies Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal

Ours is the romance of ironies
That thrives on virtual volumes
Glide thou away from my skies
Like the desert mirage does

Preferring detachment to attachment
Ask thou to bury our dreams in oblivion
Vanish thee with the words
' Remember me less as you love me'

To thee, love is purely abstract
Dreamy and serene and not sensual
Hardly entangled in animal instincts
It dwells in thy mind

Fight thou to reconcile and disown to own
And feign strangeness in proximity
Ours is the romance of ironies
That sets its plot in dream lands