Love Chaos Poem by Janani Saravanan

Hurly-burly
Love life....
Try to get rid of it.
Wooer
I totally went mad at him.
Psyche says 'wind up'...
Soul says, 'Keep up.'
If it grows...
It creates immorality.
If it shrinks...
It creates emotional instability.
Loss of mind,
Nuttiness on him.Is it a phobia?
Therapist needed to cure...
The best therapist...
Is there silence, no language?
No harsh words...
No thoughts....
No sights...
For fewer days...
Peace of mind.
Gives extreme pleasure...