Is love overrated?
Is it merely a gamble of time against the stray
Players as they wallow away is misery, frightened
By hopeless nightmares, glaring ferociously at the subway
Posters displaying the merger of two symmetrical, mated
Individuals bathing in make-up, surgery, as they find a way
Back home, not knowing whether the dating app will notify, for which they’ve awaited
Eighteen hours, having only slept the six– well five, now astray
From the freedom, glamor and gossip of the cubicles, they aren’t celebrated,
Merely berated, outdated, ill-fated, segregated– questioning away
An existentially poignant thought, as they wait, and wait, and wait,
Until the laptop lashes out their anger through documents to be submitted
In hours and minutes of their espresso, they reach, finally, and lay
Quietly on the bead, hopeful for the bread tomorrow, lifeless, frustrated
With the poster still, as love lashes out– they scream, wail,
The neighbours abuse, curse and continue with their howls in the bed, rebated
To shards of hope, delusion, pain and suffering, as it rains, hails.
Wondering, is love overrated?
Devarya Singhania is a student at The International School Bangalore, in the second year of his pursuit for the IBDP. He is a published poet, and has an Amazon Kindle Bestseller titled Armories and Arsenals. He deterministically intends to pursue watching The Big Bang Theory as a career choice. You can find him on Instagram through the username @iamdevarya.
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