Cursed with love.
Holding my pen—
Writing letters —
unfound, unheard.

A thought unusual—
Crossed my mind.
Love is water—
It adapts to different bodies.
Different roles.
Different rules—
Paying an unimaginable price.

Is my love is like a cage.
If it is–
Then, In it  I am the only inmate.
Seiged yet not in shackles.
Mind is free yet thoughts are behind bars.

Magic is Black and white—
Love makes illusion—a reality.
And turns reality into a sham.

Drizzling and whistling noises of a river...
Shore wants to keep the waves
But he can't—
For letting go is freedom...