Love

Love? A beautiful word, complicated meaning!

A thing of multiple faces-attachment, desire and possession, lust.

We die for it, is it that precious?

We cry for it, is it that painful?

We kill for it, is it that lethal?

I don't know anymore,

Is it destroying us or bringing us together?

Love, an addictive thing, yet the most sought after thing.

Roads, or not roads.

Two roads diverge in a wood,

One road looks promising,

Yet it is filled with rocks and thorns.

The other road looks tiring,

Yet it is worth the try.

I stand in the wood,

Staring at the two roads,

Wondering which one is easier to travel,

Yet I am not sure, 

Not sure the easier one will give,  give me the lasting peace.

And I have no courage to follow the tougher road.

Am I a coward?

Am I a pessimist?

Am I an unrealistic soul?

I can't be sure.

May be, 

I am everything but not a happy soul.

I am not even sure, that these roads are a road.