By: Oshan Guliani

This love,
Is like rain in the dark,
Sparrows on the ark,
Whiff of the morning sun,
Sea breeze, but you can't run.

This love,
Is toxic as elation,
A path with no destination,
A hunch with no meaning,
Sick with no screening.

This love,
Is like a storm in a teacup,
Salvaging a hiccup,
Dusty in a summer seize,
You want to let go, but you keep.

And this love,
Is soft as my stranger,
Plays with your ranger,
Comes with no caution,
Leaves with a concussion.

Let it fly.