Cliched Love...

Lakhs lavish their love on me,
Lakhs tarnish their love on me.

Infinite are the reasons to love,
Infinite are the lessons to love.

My birth forces the parental love
bound to parental duty,
concern and care, affection and affinity
Was that what I craved for?

My activities and fame causes the laity’s love
a break from the social chaos and worries,
admiration and appreciation, blessings and blisses.
Was that what I craved for?

My bubbly self and transient moods bind up the love of friendship
Out of gratitude to disentangled problems and timely amusements,
fun and faith, gossips and grins.
Was that what I craved for?

My accidents and mischances arouses the well wisher love
solacing gestures provoking sympathy,
pats and paxes, altruism and advices.
Was that what I craved for?

Comprehend my disconsolated identity, fondle my exhausted spirit.
Aloof me from my vengeful enemy, he follows me like a hound.
He poisons my breathing space, suffocating my air.
So harsh is my enemy, so brutal is my enemy.

A master of witchery and witchcraft,
cast an evil spell on my future and present.

My enemy’s triumphant smile at my frenzied state,
My relinquished smile at my defeated state.
My enemy and the disgruntled me soon signed an alliance
Allies for life, my love for life
I love my enemy
I love my past!

My suppressed cries and dry tears,
cant be seen by the lakhs,
cant be heard by the lakhs.

Lakhs lavish their love on me,
Lakhs tarnish their love on me.