love told me that the moon shines till dawn – that the bulb budding bright in spring onions will keep succulence till winter. love told me that all things were tulips and all days lacked a night. love kept me fused on the rays of nostalgia till my liver cringes for the heat of promises – the day i found love painted in the blues of my dreams, the same day my heart hit the tiles – love is a concrete of waste plastered with a mesh of blue and lilac.
