Love Is Painful

It’s so painful

To keep the gates of my heart open,

Waiting for you to melt in,

Letting my laughing demons out,

Hoping you’ll ignore them.

It’s so painful

To look into your luminous eyes,

Hungrily lapping up the light,

Hoping against hope that my darkness,

Will not engulf it to doom.

It’s so painful

To be vulnerable like a rock

Naked and waiting to be hewed,

Hoping you’ll like the shape

That emerges from the cuts.

It’s so painful

To open my eyes and dream

Of clouds and sky and rain,

Hoping that in the journey of life,

There’s something more than death.


I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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3 comments on “Love Is Painful
  1. or maybe it’s death itself!

  2. kashbaby13 says:

    That’s why I love her very much

  3. Rahul thakur says:

    Ah! Awesome poetry 🤗😊🙌

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