The Complete Love

It is a strenous road, they said

A road so scary that only the brave dare to take it,

A road so insane that only the lunatics care to take it;

While I'm not sure if I had the courage it took;

I rather did not; and how could I?

I've been this terribly scared being all my life whose only companion has always been a book; 

But when it comes to insanity, I had a lot of it;

because no matter which box or which lable of the world; I was insanely a misfit

And hence, I decided; on the slope of uncertainty, I slided;

And chose to defy; even if I'll have to weep and cry

But I chose to take up a road so triggering

With a longing hopeful heart and some dreams lingering;

I embraced all the darkness in the search of light

And one fine day, it actually got bright!

But that brightness was short to last; 

It had to sway, it had to fade away; 

Seemed to be pre-destined to disappear so fast;

It faded as people told me that my love wasn't 'love', to start with;

It didn't have the necessary pre-requisites that it could probably last with!

And weren't they all true?

What they said wasn't bizarre; it wasn't out of the blue!

I never felt the butterflies; I was never on the eighth sky;

Aversive to the human touch and easily traumatised;

Traumatised by the 'loving hugs', I didn't want them to come close;

Rather it was more natural for my feelings to take the shape of poetry or some messed up prose;

Love never made me enthusiastic on the surface;

It could not make me crave for physical intimacy and I essentially wanted my space!

For me, it was always subtle, lying in the deepest of layers;

Breathing in the feeling of peace and calm that their presence would bring along;

But everytime, as the world told me, I was wrong!

And then came the boxes and then came the lables;

And then the world came in with all its chairs and all its tables;

All set to put me in an enclosed space;

And that too, at an astounding pace!

Some called me asexual, some called me aromantic;

Some even called me abnormal; some called me lunatic!

And they were all sad for me, greiving;

Busy in their own monologue, essentially believing;

That I'll never be able to feel the magic human touch encompasses;

That I'll never be able to feel the euphoria when a person trespasses;

That love for me will always be restrained to some strangling poetry;

And just like the moon, the other side of it for me will be a forever mystery!

It is then that dear world, I'd like to invite you to forget the madness you get from your heights and dive into the intricately woven depths that my love is characterised by;

I hereby invite you to forget your euphoria and feel this subtleness that my love is mesmerised by;

I invite you to explore the magic held by human emotions and intricacy;

I invite you to find that it's anything but tragic to feel ONLY emotional intimacy;

And my moon, unlike yours, will always have just one side; and it doesn't even need any other;

It is already gestalt in itself; it doesn't need to expand any further!

And I hereby refuse to have my identity defined by your lables;

I refuse to have my destiny decided at your enclosed tables;

I hereby take my power back to insanely fall in love;

Not in a love which, by definition, is obsolete;

But rather, my kind of love which, dear world, is MORE THAN COMPLETE!