Queer Life
Queer ways of life I witness
As it offers me things I no longer expect
Love, it claims, is standing right in front of my eye
Promising to bring back the lost joys
To love or let go my heart debates
For no reason, no rationale supports its claims
Though I have sworn not to fall in this ‘love trap’ again
A part of me wants to give in and stay
I hold back tears that flood my eyes every now and then
Reminders of painful memories begging me to refrain
You O’ sweet one are naïve
You aren’t aware of the deceitful games people play
I have loved and been cheated once
Forgive me my dearest for now I think, all I had to do with love is dead and done.
by Varsha Kharidaha
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