Love is a situation,
In which one sees fairytales.
Fairytales, which will never come true,
because it is nothing but an illusion.
Everything now seems beautiful,
But seemed to be hideous,
Your smile becomes a lifelong friend,
which was a complete stranger,
Your depression becomes past,
which was your present,
But not for long,
as history always repeats itself.
And soon, your yesterday
becomes your present.
Hideousness of nature returns,
everything turns back to as it was,
Your smile turns out to be a dishonest friend,
and tears return where they were,
Your depression returns, more powerful this time,
than what it was,
Love is like a walk,
in a beautiful garden.
Only that garden is full of thorns,
which turns out to be a heck of a burden.
Don’t fall in love,
Because it is a trap,
Or why one has to fall in it.
Give it a thought.