- - Love- - - Poem by ANKIT DEDHA

LOVE is a weird bless,
A sweetest pain with tremendous stress..
A game called emotional chess...
sometimes soothing, sometimes silky,
where most of the time...A COMPLETE MESS

The only time in life
when you cut yourself,
with a red rose knife,
When you are on fire,
with your own desire
and tries to have craziest fun,
in front of a loaded gun,

Its a bell without sound,
An illusion of cozy grounds

Even though,
we all are humans,
we carry hearts
LOVE is a gum won't let us apart

Even if its a stress
after all LOVE IS A BLESS......