We fall in love with looks exchanged
Though some say it's not really love
We fall in love with peoples voices
Forgetting their other traits.
In every grey cityscape,
In every tired estate
Love triumphs quietly
Above decibels of hate.
In every steel Metropolis
Drowning in inequality,
Exists temporal understanding
Between wealth and poverty.
The weary travellers too,
Worn down by years of routine
Smile behind closed doors,
Raging with the chemical joy.
The eyes which glow back at us
Engulf us in molecular adoration,
Like fires catching from kindleling
Melting the rough corners of our day.
Life can make fools of all of us,
But to be fooled is to live.
No masterpiece was crafted
Without painful risk.
And how I came to know
Your glare was meant for mine?
The pains I feel from inequality
Become more secondary.
Just seconds of your laughter
Sweep years of cortisol away.
Overiding the purpose of my soul
For those profound moments of the day.
The joyous glowing of your eyes
Craft a neuro-masterpiece,
As equal measures of dopamine,
And oxytocin ignite my zelous glare.
That glowing behind your eyes
Tells me, it's your soul and mine.
That acceptance of ourselves as fools
In love, is the only escapism I need.
For every weary traveller
Slumped back in their chair
There will always be one or two
Alight with zealous glare.
