When Love Makes You a Whore

Love, a beautiful feeling,

An exceptional bliss,

A flight of emotions,

Waterfall of tears

And lifetime of happiness,

Of memories, of gifts

Of expectations and of love.

But with emotions comes

Another feeling, the lust

That hides in our Hide.

Emotions are just a gateway

For freedom from abstinence.

A kiss, a hug, a touch

Flares up the desires within.

Your love, your trust takes you to the bed

Where you give yourself completely away

And give up yourself physically, mentally and emotionally..

Just to fill the last part of love.

But what happens when your love betrays,

And when you wake up from a night of making love

And find an empty bed by your side

You’re left alone, betrayed and broken,

And now physically scarred as well.

What difference does it make then,

When you fuck a random person,

With at least no expectation in your heart

To find them holding you next morning.

At least no tears will fall

for finding yourself alone.

Those lonely nights can be surpassed

But not the ones wetted by tears

And filled with cries of longing and pain.

Then why is love needed,

To satisfy your lust,

When in the end, love leaves you a whore, but

Just for the worse.

Then why is not feeling like a whore

Better than being made one by force,

When in the end you know, that

‘making love’ is just reduced to a ‘fuck’.

~k~

A Prelude to The End

Dead ends...maze...concrete walls...wooden trapdoors...life...

My life is all about loopholes and mazes...a never ending maze..i take a turn, i fall into a trap.

i get up, and the walls make me claustrophobic, I can't run away...as there's no where to go...I take a turn and run down the straight path, and it seems never ending. My leg give away, and i fall down..i just can't go on...knees bleeding..tears running down muddy cheeks...i sit by the wall....head resting on my hands..i feel let down...betrayed..by myself, my life...

The merciless sun pouring blazing heat down on me...not one second of relief could I have...not a chance of respite..I try to get up, but I fall again...I feel so tired....even my bones ache...I crawl..I see a turn and reach it somehow...with a sudden hope to reach the exit !

Getting up, I hold the wall and reach the turn somehow...I turn..it's a dead end!...I scream..I howl...I beat my fists on the wall...and fall down crying...
~k~

cOnFuSiOn

Confusion

Syllables of words,

Tonnes of thoughts

Train of memories

Bunched with imaginations

A ride in fantasies

To the world of wishes.

Had I loved him more, he would still be here,

But no,

I’m glad we are no more together, because

He didn’t deserve me I say.

Confusion, confusion,

I want him or I don’t.

Had we been this way,

Had I done that,

Or maybe my actions were justified,

Confused, about how I want it to be.

Should I dress well, or let it be.

Would ear rings be too loud, or a plain look, sleek?

Should I be what I am, or try something else,

Would my life be a loner, and try to run away,

Or going with the flow, make my way.

Confusion, confusion

On every step I take,

Every move I make.

All questions that come and go, make way for another

And leave me messed up, in a confusion,

That would never go.

~k~

The Questions

Answers we all search,

But who looks at the question?

The question is... do we know what we want?

Our destination we might know,

But the question is, do we know our path?

Where does our destiny lie,

And must we expect so much?

To ask from God, life and people

Is easy enough for us.

But the question, in the end,

Lies profound,

Will we get what we want?

Is to want something enough?

Or to need it, a necessity?

But do we know my friend,

That the answers are always in the questions?

Our wants define our needs,

And the path paved by destiny,

We reach where we have to, and

Alas, make it our destination.

~k~