Blind Games

Love is blind.

Because, love is a game.

But then, Blind is Every game.

Every game starts with zero scores 

And the finish is always a teaser.

Life and love are twin-twisters.

They are games

Starting with “LOVE ALL” for everyone.

AND, it’s bizarre at the end,

For The referee screams

At the top of his voice,

“l’oeuf” 

Even at the finishing line.

Blind is Love.

For, not all lovers know the truth.

There are no returns for their love.

Yes, Blindness is not a blot.

You cannot fault it.

Even your Eyes can, 

Many a time, deceive you.

Very often, your eyes only latch on TO

The finishing line, 

And you lose sight of 

The race that you ran,