Equations in love

Bare and bold

he walks in the acid rains.

Passion warming the cold

and love filling the veins.

Wrapped around gold,

his accomplice is a flower

for whom his palm unfolds

and shields her from shower.

But the shield is double edged,

it may scratch the thread

it may guard the aroma

From reaching out to himself instead

As the two souls tumble downhill

together on sand,

their fingers may get unclutched

and make them misunderstand.

But the hearts stay together

no matter where they land,

no matter what they say

If, but, whether, can or and.

Both may shed tears

but it only catalyzes

the positive swarm against fears

when in her absence, he analyzes.

Sometimes he wobbles and sleeps

with thoughts of depart,

but all the haze clears by one look

at those divine works of art.

Fortunately,

Both acknowledge this “fun”

of facing those word bullets

fired from the other’s gun

These fights are cute

Aren’t they?

as they rekindle the same

togetherness of the first day

When they clutched palms

referred as “night and day”

sitting on the wall beside

the far-off water bay.

“The company has been eventful.

Honey, ain’t it?

It made my life beautiful”

He said “Thanks for being part of it”

-- This poetry is a work of fiction