Love Gamble

How does one begin when one is to write about love? Is it the greatest trip every man and woman wishes to embark upon? And perhaps the longest too. A journey, the beginning and the end of the same thing. The freedom. The perception. The Self. The love.

Watching terrible TV

It kills all thoughts

Getting spacier than an astronaut…

Making out with people

I hardly know or like

I can't believe what I do late at night…

I have witnessed people changing. I have seen me changing. With permissions
or not. I have changed. For love. By love. Because of love. For good. For bad. Running
in circles, not knowing the tail from head. Chasing both. Getting chased. Ending
up losing all. Losing my head. Losing the sight of love.

I wanna know what it's like

On the inside of love

I'm standing at the gates

I see the beauty above

Reading too much into it. Not reading at all into it. Which is worse? Which is true? Do I realize that I might actually know the right way to read? And then reading the Braille with my eyes closed. And blindly laugh at the jokes round.

Only when we get to see

The aerial view

Will the patterns show?

We'll know what to do?

What is true love? Is it me? Or love? The goal turning into the path. Suddenly a tap on your shoulder reminding you that the path was your goal and not knowing where to turn. Is that shock, the true love?

I know the last page so well

I can't read the first

So I just don't start

It's getting worse

So where do I stop? Do I wait here for the next train? Or do I get back? Where did this all begin? Do I get to see it in a different view and light? Different angle? Different eyes? Open eyes? Different love? Another chance, to learn to unlearn?

I'm on the outside of love

Always under or above

I can't find my way in

I try again and again

Do you wait for love to happen or will love wait for you? Who will blink first? I guess this is a game we all play. All of us losing it. The game wins. Like a Casino. Always. We getting lost in it somehow or other. Still, claiming a victory. Win-win or Lose all? Love all?

I wanna know what it's like

On the inside of love

Of course I'll be alright

I just had a bad night

Frozen Sun
PS: The central lines are by Nada Surf. Credited

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