Love did not ask my permission

Love did not come knocking on my door

Asking my permission to enter my heart

And live there rent free  

By pushing other occupants out.

If it had, I probably would not have allowed it.

 

Love did not come asking my permission,

To allow you in my life and in my thoughts.  

It just entered my mind like a wild fire,

started  destroying my other thoughts

And monopolized my life.

 

No, I did not have any say in this

Whole business, else

I would have researched, as usual,

And done a thorough thinking

Using my logic and reasoning;

And, I’d still be free of all this pain.

 

                                             ~ Bharathi