Love Isn't A Phoenix Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

When the breeze was waking up my soul
I beat my wings up and flowered full.
When it changed into a devastating gale
my sensational heart blew itself out.
Your attempts to revive it with smiles
artificial and feigning, end in vain.
Where are those natural shooting glances
which swept me off to make some gentle numbers?
Your conscience stops you cause titilating waves
in your lips to amaze my aggrieved heart!
The sailing ship is wrecked in a cyclone once for all
and the glass broken can't be found the same again.
The shining star that darts down to earth
won't go up back to its native sky.
Love isn't a Phoenix to die and be reborn.
Love isn't a plantain to grow again and again
when it is cut with a cleaving chopper.
When love puts up the shutters, lust alone
rears its head to put life on red alert.