If Love is a blessing, why are there tears in my eyes
If Love is a curse, why do I still yearn to hear his voice.
If Love is a joyride, why are there so many bumps en route
if Love is an ordeal, why do I still dance to its flute.
If Love is divine, why am I turning into an atheist of late
If Love is satanic, why do I wanna play devil’s advocate.
Because its not when the cupid strikes but when he pulls out the arrow
that it hurts the most
Dreams shattered, vision blurred, emotions smothered,
like a paradise lost
Because the tears may dry out, but the pain remains
I am smiling for the world just to cover the bloodstains.
Because even though pain and tears was all that it gave me
It was such a wonderful feeling to call me and you as WE.
P.S. The title comes from a novel by Tuhin Sinha.