Call me possessive

Listen love!
Stay away from all
Stay, just with me
You’re my darling,
Only I can love thee.

Reasons are umpteen
To be quixotic
Say, the abyss of your eyes
That feels exotic.
But their gaping glance slashes my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be Invisible to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Your voice sounds sweet,
Musical and much more
Like the waves of water
Hitting the shore.
But their ever-attentive ears, injures my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be inaudible to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Things are surreal
If done with you,
Every inch of your skin
Feels fantastic, my beau!
But their hankering fingers scratches my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be intangible to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Pleasing to my palates
You’re uber tasty,
Just like a precise savory
Not-overly sweet, little bit salty.
But their betimely tempted tongues tears my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be ingustable to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Your aromatic presence
As pleasant as petrichor,
A treat to my nostrils
Scent, working as a succor.
But their already aroused noses suffocates my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be inolfactible to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Don’t take it as a vagary
Love, Am not that much whimsy,
It’s all that I love insanely
That’s why
My love, my monopoly.

Betrayal

Betrayed me
The door -unlocked
A better beauty was lurking in
For you, to  feed on.
Tempted.
And soon you were off.
Yeah, through the same
You came in.
Betrayed me
The door -unlocked.
But burnt once I dreaded the fire,
And feared to be a carefree.
So, for the next time
I played safe
And locked the door -properly
Still,
I could see her slant shadows
peeping through the slits of the door
'She cann't make her way'
I thought; and smirked.
Aha, How concealed beauty is a no-concern!
You and me;
Seemed- safe and secure,
But
Betrayed me
The window- unclosed.
Flashed a fairer flesh
and you, just like that
sodded off.
Oh, My bad!
the window- unclosed
Turned the table - Once more.
I now know
A love so shallow
Never sustains;
For a seeker of spring
The autumn is a mini-gain
Matterless how hard i try to stop!
For prettier one,
A way you will find to go
Of any sort;
At any cost.
So
The door and the window sans
Chains and locks
'Cause
Betrayed me
My heart- unmatured

Aftermath

Now that you are gone I've started hating winters. The dry cold breeze on my moist skin sadistically drags me to the times when these wintry blows used to be the sweet cause of soothing shiver on my Love kissed lips.

Now that you are gone I've started hating nights, and also her stars for making me visit again and again those stargazed nights spent with you. Once so dear, now stars are only cruel luminous dots for me.

Now that you are gone I've started hating rains. As they ruthlessly flashback us under an undersized umbrella, walking without a width betwixt, and then drenching, and then splashing like kids. Prickly pours now!

Now that you are gone I've started hating romances. For their amorous actions, once a good ignition to our relaxing elements, now only give way to tears, and tears, and a deep heartache.

Now that you are gone I've started hating ice-creams. For after one bite I habitually get to you, just to find a void, just to be informed that they are now too 'cold' to have alone. They are no longer sensual in texture and taste, and there are no more love possibilities.

Now that you are gone, I've started hating love-songs. For their lyrics have grown harsh enough to rend my heart. Once so relatable, now just a rapid reminder of your absence. That's all.

Now that you are gone, I don't love my porch swing anymore. For it has turned stone-hearted, ever steering back my memories to the full swing, full of us, my head resting on your lap and your hands rolling in my hair, and a heart-content laugh to complete.

Now that you are gone I've started hating the sunrises and the sunsets, and the walk along the shore; and trips and tours, even my biological clock I hate.

Now that you are gone I've started hating everything. Everything that we used to do together, everything that instills you within, everything that you were a part of. And that is why I hate myself more. Because I'm the place where you are profusely. And profoundly.
But the irony is when i loathe everything and everyone then why you are alone there in my love-list. Will you do me favour? Just for the last time. Please. Teach me how to unlove you, how to hate you. Just like you do.