My Evasive But Versatile Love Poem by Raj Arumugam

my love,
she’s like water:
she slips through my fingers


my love
she’s like a snake;
she only comes when there’s a draught
in her own area


my love
she’s like the sun;
she scorches when I get near


my love
she’s like a dust storm
she gets into my eyes
when she chooses
and for some time
I don’t know where she is


my love
she’s like a computer
when it’s frozen


and if you ask
why I’m still with her
that’s because she’s like one dell of a screen
with an infinite variety of websites…