The Unique Tale of Love

By Anwesha Topdar

No laws retain the status of theirs,
In the bittersweet strain of love and wars.
In your perspective, you might be the affected one,
But maybe on the other hand, you have made someone so.
Each mellifluous lullaby of love is idiosyncratic,
One or the other has got to deal with pain and woe.

In the effable game of hearts,
Each being is a quintessence of pawns,
Dancing to the wild thread of emotions,
Across dusks and dawns.
Some long for us endlessly in several among these unique tales,
While we scrutinize the horizon for maybe someone else.

What you must do,
Is to speculate through the choices present to you.
'Cause no two humans neither situations are same,
Not all desires, neither all promises made, are lame.

A sudden ephemeral attraction of a fine morning is not love,
A lingering aloofness in heart across countless dusks is so.
Not only feeling a lingering hollowness in lonely nights can make it,
But also remembering them amidst friends and folks.
A sharp needle of nonchalance pierced into an exquisite soul,
Like a rough screw into the fence of wood,
Leaves an ever-lasting nefarious scar,
Pretty less resilient, glazing and crude.

Nothing is absolutely correct or wrong,
In love's labyrinth or idyllic lake.
Before unwavering desire, love and affection,
No hope is false or fake.

Anwesha Topdar, the writer of the poem”The Unique Tale of Love”, is a budding poet from West Bengal, India. Currently, she is in high school. She is able to write  in various genres such as horror, thriller and romance. Among all types of creative writing, poetry remains to hold a special position and significance in her heart.