SILLY, FICKLE HEART OF MINE

We seek love for the mere cravings that surface our ever longing desires,

for it is a loss that summons us on the insides,

And there are some of us who love only to endure such pain

the claim that we hold so dear;

we often delude ourselves and habituate to this faulty notion that we seek comfort in,

or perhaps we like to somehow

Oh dear,

you foolish heart of a fellow!

shall we come to love ever

I wonder not,

Never.

– Shweta Kher