My heart is a labyrinth
Where each door leads to you
I wish to keep these doors shut
But then these thoughts breakthrough
With persistent pounding on each door
Each holds a memory
My heart is a gnarled complexity
Concealing an agony
This world equates symbiosis to love
Some confuse it with habituation
Few think it's a time-bound dependency
Or a silly infatuation
But love really is a mirage
Too beautiful to be true
When you asked me for a muse
You became mine too
If it does not build you, it's not love
If it does not destroy you, it's not love.
Niharika Prasad
