LOVE IS AN OBSESSION

Nisha.G

To me
Love is an obsession
A very sweet feeling
It is like sipping wine
The first sip
The second sip
The wine moving down the throat
And the slight burning sensation
Down the stomach.
Sometimes
It reaches to the empty feeling
Like a glass of wine
placed carelessy
The wind of the fan
Drying the last drop in it.
Unable to trace
Even the lastest trace
of the sweetest tinge.
To me
Love is a pretty dream
Crossing my heavy eyelids
Where I can
Pause you and your smiles
Freeze you and your moods.
To that absolute stillness.