Petrichor of Love

A Narration of Contrasts

“ Once upon a pleasant day 

as I continue to describe and say 

 I saw a conversation sublime  

so surreal and eternally divine.

 

Roaming around the ocean 

of existence and great emotion. 

At the shore, Love and Hate sat together

as intricacies began to decipher.

 

Love began her narrations,

citing several of its notions.

As she narrated her side

Shores of life got washed by the tide 

    

Drenched in the lively waters

Hate now began narrating her matters

Carefully, she had listened to Love

as I watched it from the Heavens above.

 

Love spoke of the beauty of life

charming lush fields swaying to fife

and the exquisite tone that it does play

in the hot and humid month of May.

         

Hate meanwhile spoke the same

with tinges of love that she does tame.

The Autumns and Winters whose hues 

she owes those gruesome dues.

 

I witnessed how their judgements  

didn\'t go through any predicaments.

Ay! I appear to be thoughtless and broke

 as love-hate appeared as the same cloak.

 

They talked long till eternity

as infinity appeared as a small entity.

Thinking of uniting, enduring all pain,

 yet knowing it won\'t happen again.

 

And then they both disintegrated

into fine sands and amalgamated

into the Ocean of life and existence 

and became parts of life sithence. ”