To love, From love

There was a voice, I could here,

In the hues of an alien caricature,

Stepping into which, I was here,

To start from the scratch coiled in a

Naive miniature.

A world I came from,

love was a sunken boat,

It meant like the dried leaves rustling

The scars seemed to smile under 

my profession’s coat.

Meeting people in colours so many,

Questioned I, could I trust any?

Sticking to my old inferences,

I tried not entering love’s fences.

But that voice, mad

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e me smile,

I did not know when it started 

to flip my thoughts of love,

It took me a mile

 to start all over to trust my nerves.

And yet this day, applauds each moment,

crowning care to my head,

He knows all my tantrums,

To which he wants to be friends with,

As earlier he had said.

I may have millions of loopholes,

But trust me, 

My efforts are as deep as my soul,

I may dishearten you sometime

But my apology is always 

to bring you whistles and chime.