To Love Or Not Poem by Aditya Mudbhary

The breeze of memories blow through my heavy chest,
A cool long breath of the future slithers into my veins,
It was not so long ago since I saw the lady from the west,
And all too soon uncertainty drips on my shirt and stains.

A cruel joke played over and over again,
Like a modern mixtape with scratches they call so great,
Much like the waters of Everest eventually end in the drain,
It seems all good things have a similar fate.

I wonder how trees let go of their leaves in autumn,
A source of life blown away with the wind,
But with time comes new leaves that will blossom,
Will the past however be forgotten?

Why does the heart trot away?
Weariness is my first guess,
Is it just for a man not to let her get astray?
Astray from his heartfelt loyal caress.

Following the laws of clichés are for peasants,
For man is not a tree,
This love is too good and selfish may I be?
Forgive me babe but you are the only future I see.