True Love

There is no such thing as true love

An archetypal myth

Hiding our fear of death

This is what everyone believed

Even I fell for it

Till love descended upon me

Like a thunderbolt

Now I know

Love is an illusory opening in the sky

An idea carved into our very fabric of being

Not a concept to be taught

It has no window looking outside

Not a balcony for a better view of sunset

Love is not a room one is locked in

It’s absolutely not anyone’s home of choice

Love is a river

Flowing between two unyielding banks –

Faith…Uncertainty

Most often flooded in every season

No sane man or woman in their right mind

Falls into it

Only those with insane hearts

With no hope of being saved