Friday, May 24, 2013

The Thing Called Love (An acrostic poem)

{An acrostic poem is one where the first letters of the lines spell out a word or words if you read them vertically}

That’s an exciting but tough road to travel , they say
However, we all try to find it and live happily all the way
Ethereal at first it seems 
The feeling that leads us to believe in beautiful dreams
Hope is what we hang on till the end
If we are lucky, the roads never bend.
No distance seems far enough
Genuine , if it is, withstands the times gentle and rough.
Crises and obstacles are part of the game
Anguish and anxiety are what at times we are left to tame.
Little affection , subtle expressions to show we care
Land up moments that set emotions to flare
Every length some go to, to open the heart’s gate
Despite it all , one role is always assigned to fate.
Little expectations, with time, lead to bigger ones
Often in control we feel, but life takes its own turns.
Valour ,sacrifice and passion- all look fine
Every story, but , takes its own end.. listens to the wish of neither your nor mine.

(if you read the first letter of each line of the poem vertically , it makes up - 'THE THING CALLED LOVE )

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