Who are you!? Socho kabhi

 Who are you?

 Dancing with my bottle of wine,

Attached to my loop of scrunchie.

We all fall for the need of Falling in love,

Rather than the belief of always staying in it.

They always say,

True love is rare.

But they never say,

You have to make it true by your own will.

So we all believe,

Madly...

It would come,

It would come...

And when someone comes,

We try to hold them,

With the string of never falling out of love...

But we never understand,

That it is not how it looks.

Let your lover fly in the sky,

And if they still love you, they would fall to you in freedom, between all the demons.

Then when we find one,

We assume that they are the - "only one".

But when they leave,

We say it wasn't true!

What the fuck man?

Whoaaas!!!

OK, so you tell me dear,

What the fuck do you mean by Love?

A feeling, a desire, or just a physical stimulation?

Or everything or maybe a soulmate's connection,

That you unfortunately didn't feet with someone, so...

 Something that can be capable of Giving you goosebumps,

Or something that is capable of making you well aware.

That life is worth loving and should be lived like its your last,

Extra marital affair..(so enjoy it!!!go , go ,go)

Too cruel, too gentle, for this world,

Too much, too less to be felt.

Too ignomious, too deprived to be messed,

Is love still about sexual Intercourses to be addressed?

When you get the answer,

Call me or text me,

But please let me know.

Who knows, if your well updated answer,

Can help me to break up with my present boyfriend,

That I always wanted to do so, although...

Love is still a dilemma,

That has left all its sacred or even sexual charisma.

But still the eureka of Romances continue,

Like the period of enigmatic renaissance with its toppled crown.

 So how my future love,

Would react, to my present love? 

And how wonderful would this poem look,

When it would be read by modern teens and peeps of coming culture of up hook...???(HOW!!!)

Still, we all pray before sleeping,

Let me find my True love,

Let me find my true passion.

Let me find my true self.

What the fuck?

So do you still believe,

That this world is an  imaginary creation , 

And you yourself are a Delusion of its rise and fall. 

Why do you keep asking for true,

 do you  even know you yourself, 

Are a  fantasy of fool's paradise,

Living in the self deception of illusionary vibes...

Who are you?(think of it you- FOOL) 

Whoa! Whao! Whao!

(Pahle apne ko jaanlo, fir pyaar ko janana)XD

Leeza