Love

Vaibhavi Raut
Sep 7, 2018 · 2 min read

Red is the color of this feeling

Running through ours veins

But we don’t see it

Running after the sweat

Without looking deeper within

Dishonest with ourselves

Yet don’t wanna give up

So easily

Suffer until we drop dead

That is the power we all

Possess

Right here in this heart

Pumping that red throughout

Us

Yet we don’t wanna share

Yet we don’t understand

But when we do

We are so easily overwhelmed

By this wind called

Love

We cherish every inch

And we waste in colossal waves

Yet trying to hog it all for

Ourselves

We feel the heat and the warmth

And yet thin fragile threads

Connecting through states are strong

We can’t bear to depart

And yet we bury the very thing we all wish for

Yet we don’t wanna share

Yet we don’t understand

But when we do

We are so easily overwhelmed

By this wind called

Love

Just one color

In so many amalgams

Hurting and Merry-making

All for that power

Mother to all those emotions

Yet we run away from the very essence

One hand holding on

Other hand loosing it all

Pain and Pleasure

Messed up by this impish

Child in all of us

That flickering light called

Love

Balancing through reality and illusion

A dignified simplicity

So hard to learn

We all yearn

Love.

A Poet with a curious mind on journey to a place I’ve never been to. Spreading love and happiness is my motto. Rainbows. Guitars. Songwriter. Butterflies. Dream

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