The Thing Called Love Poem by Meena Iyer

The Thing Called Love



Damn you! you confuse me so!
Little careless gestures that you do,
Makes my heart glow
You have no idea, no clue!

Every word that you say,
Dissected for hidden meanings
And in memory is tucked away
To recall, again and again, before sleeping

I know this is fruitless,
Just a futile exercise
Someone tell my crazy heart
To let go, and to thwart

Those stupid hopeless dreams
Coz things are not as they seem
You are not mine and never will be
What my mind can, why can't heart see?

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