This is not Love

At pen- Raina Ghosh

This is not Love

I woke up that morning from an anxious stranger’s sleep

in a disturbed bed sheet.

the long awaited sunrise is here

all i saw were empty bottles,

broken jewellery pieces,

pillows flown and bed sheets thrown away.

my head, in a hungover.

I looked around,

my lover still fast sleep

and it was time for me to go.

I was ready cause my actions were serene.

.

our love is inconsistent

last night, you were head over heels for me

and thus I granted you the permission to love me

as I pleased.

but see, from today we wont know each other.

.

I wake up that morning

I got ready to stop caring

to stop responding to your texts

or even return your calls.

we are crazed bats in a luscious incomprehensible state with a high adrenaline rush.

werewolves out of the caves in search of food, water, sex and protection.

wild animals who fought in the bedsheets with a

come-hither look.

.

just to get a glimpse of split second joyed reflections in our lover’s eyes.

.

today, I am thinking

taking myself back to the night

when we met at your regular bar

with a bottle of wine for two

but hell break lose,

I was already intoxicated with you.

.

young and naïve

I didn’t realize to fall down so recklessly

trying not to let go of my delicacy

but passion, drawing me close to you

.

in a few hours,

I was wrapped in your arms

lighting a cigarette, not a feeling of worry any more

lying on top of you naked, knowing this won’t be routine

for both us, it’ll be a waste to live akin.

.

a long awaited sunrise

empty wine bottles

broken jewellery pieces which tells me

it was a one night stand – this is not love.

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