Consuming Love

My cold heart whimpers

For it can’t feel the glow

It’s a cracked piece of metal

For all that I know

Where lies turn to truth

It sacrificed just itself

You blamed it to be frozen

And now it has no silver help

But rosier days await you somewhere

And it flutters with that thought

Silently it sings to self

The lullaby of all consuming love.

Why love can’t be simple,

Why its castle of glass falls?

What choices can we make-

When we are forced to let go.

Emptiness fills the sorrow pools

Where light mirages memories

Truly said, light is not accredited

If challenged not by darkness always.

-Vaisakhi Mishra
p.s. this poem is also a guest post on the standing coin
http://www.thestandingcoin.com/2013/02/consuming-love.html
my 2nd guest post ever...:)