No More Love
NO MORE LOVE
Silence spreads well
After the ephemeral commotion of the evening subsides
In the suburb area
Which was chosen by her rising rich spouse
To ensure the concreted peace.
Humidity is also restricted in her sprawling room
As air enters in a conditioned way
To chill the bones and the brains,
To keep the beautified entity steady, free from strain.
Once she was a beauty,
In a sterling and stunning way,
Enjoyed the acclaim of many and love of mine.
Her sauve soul was amused by rustic idiocy
But that couldn’t extract an iota of love.
Two and a half-page billet-doux could worry her,
Only to be refused by two and half lines,
And love was swamped by prospect.
Long has been spent now.
Even her beauty has gathered age
And frequently counters with beautification.
Calculation is now converted to emotion
Longing for love and love.
Manicured limbs remain confined to branded device,
Giving ‘likes’ to few, ignoring many,
While pericardium waits for ‘starry night’
Which seldom makes an entry to the core.
No erudite rubric is perceived,
But her small betrayal , her designed refusal awoke my poetic soul
Where sorrows enjoy a permanent abode.
And my poetic device occasionally becomes harsh
To relish the spice of her yearning.