Love the Love

In the commotion of the thoughts

somewhere I found you

disguised along with the tumults.

As they say, love is always a riddle

that winks at you.

It was me probing -

in the deepest and the darkest;

for the warmth of the paramour

not knowing the lust and the zest

to the jester of my mind.

Thou art cherishing the love

that which isn't "just like that"

It was me who pondered

about "made for each other"

for the sake of the pathos.

It's all over

the betrayal,

the bleeding heart,

They -

taught me the bitter but the better

They walk over leaving us,

teaching me the lesson for life.

Love yourself!

Grateful is my heart to thee

to this lesson which -

I failed to practice a long ago.

Thy brain which pushed

me to the zone of victory.

Lesson that I will

Throb rather than exist!

Thine ex who is never an X again!