What is to love?

To love is to die, to love is to hate yourself more than you love yourself, to love is to go hungry for nights without food because you are broke and you don't easily borrow money even from your dad, to love is to wake up all night thinking how you take her out of the shit she's stuck in, to love is to see magic when she smiles, to love is to give, give it all, to love is to pour out to the last drop of your blood, to love is to pick fights with total strangers who would dare speak shit about her, to love is to not be open about all the things you did and what you had to go through because your situation shouldn't make her feel bad even in her distant thoughts, to love is to be true, to love is to break down and cry even if you are a man, to love is to get hurt, to love is to create circumstances to make her hate you so she can forget you and be happy, to love is to give away all that she returned to a charity organisation which in turn makes a lot of poor people happy, to love is to smoke a lot knowing that it is killing you, to love is to draw sketch after sketch, to love is to write poetry, to love is to donate blood thrice a month even after knowing that you are an epileptic, to love is to take a strange old woman who faints in front of you on your motorcycle and drop her home, to love is to not allow men to harass women, to love is to buy medicine every month for children affected by AIDS and not tell anyone about it, to love is to care genuinely, to love is to have knife marks on your body trying to rescue trafficked children, to love is to smoke up to see hallucinations - the only place you see her very delightful, to love is to change and fade away, to love is to become like little kids, to love is to be passionate, to love is to strum your guitar, to love is to whistle, to love is to go on long rides your bullet all alone, to love is not doing things to impress anyone, to love is to live life to its fullest.

Thoughts that flowed after a totally random guy talked to me of love and religion. I sincerely told him that he knows not love.

A Ballad - The Woman From Future

You are my sky

Vast in its blue expanse, splendor and beauty

Like a bird I shall fly freely

Into you

Feeling you in every whiff of air I breathe in

As I flap my wings

Moving into dense clouds and out

I don't have to die

To go to heaven or hell

Paradise, is living with an ever present sense of assurance

That keeps whispering into my ears

That your heart is cradled in happiness

And my worst nightmare, your tears

They skin me alive

Ask whatever you want of me

I shall give you

My life and my death are in the power of your slender hands

The alcohol and the tobacco stains that have polluted my blood

Leave my head in an unending spin

So I reach out for the pencils

To draw a sketch with my eyes closed

When sobriety hit me in the morning 

My eyes fell on the sketchbook

I saw you there

Your blazing eyes gazed straight at me

And your smile intoxicated me again 

But what captured my heart more was your soul

I could see it popping out from the paper

And it spoke to me

Told me of all your joyous moments and the nicest memories

Also of the past that has incarcerated you

I fell in love with your soul

For its beauty lies safely hidden inside its brokenness

I got up from my bed

My heart singing songs of delight

Only to be hit by a tempest shortly and dropping dead

Bring me back to life if you could

Or leave me alone

So I rot at the mercy of the maggots

That feed on my decaying flesh

Which once housed my soul

That never could let love disappear and die.