EPEOLATRY

Poetry

'Of Love and Loathe'

by Yash Sinojia

I saw an entire minimal universe in her light blue eyes;

Not only that but the pink spots upon her rosy cheeks;

That embarked an expansion of some rogue clusters.

Whilst my dark red eyes were dripping icy comets;

That never met the sun, just burnt in raging flames.

I had my tender heart quenched with a juice of passion,

All the love and compassion to give - only for her to drink.

But at distance, she smelled some foul desperation;

For her eyes: Gore, blood spurting out of a ball,

That arose a fear that killed her mind insidiously,

An anxiety of drowning again into a pool of sanguinity.

Horror flowed in her stomach, she yelled ‘A Monster!’

All the hunters gathered up to exterminate a brute,

An alien fiend with a heart of flowers they can’t garden.

I had a choice: to die as a reverend being,

But I lived long enough to turn into a beast

In their eyes: of treachery and mockery.

I was a megalomaniac to give up all for a dream,

To chase a unicorn towards the rainbow’s rim.

An abode across tangerine trees where she resided,

As destiny came close, there’s nothing to be decided,

There were leviathans all over to win her over,

But she was as delicate as a freshly bloomed tulip;

Men went wild and astray with ambition and desire,

When they saw such divine beauty not ready to hire.

Although, I was a kinder wildebeest than them;

I was kicked out of that abode for the same.

The dream was dead in the black water,

With an unevaluated heart, I had to escape.

For she was saturated, wanted nothing of that;

Everything now feels so bland and banal,

The living so plastic and the rest plain rotten;

And mind stormed with chaos, so difficult -

To erase that girl who sprouted from flowers.