Untitled Poem by Chatura BhatKamath

On the verge of loosing faith in love,
Locked up in my own, lonely clove.
You come and knock the door,
The knocker knob was my bruised heart,
I did not realize,
It would be a beginning of a beautiful new start.

My bruises began to miraculously heal,
I began to see life with a new zeal.
Passion like never before I felt.
Feelings long forgotten,
Had to be dealt.
I tried to resist it every which way,
But the wind of Love, so strong,
Just swept me away.

I have been twirling in this blissful tornado ever since then,
This lovely journey should never end.