The love will occur when love is no more needed.
The love will occur when cleavages will be the only vein
and in it will origin the child Ganga and her unholy pain
and I will call myself truly unholy
before calling her similar human holier.
The love will occur when missiles won’t be launched from Her camouflaged launchpads
or blown away by self invited enemies and say it has been suicide bombed.
When diplomacy of roses won’t rest in a sweet smell alone
and one will easily and happily smell the sweet, strong, pungent, unbearable
honestly calling it so.
The love will occur when a red start, a lost middle, a red fading and a lost end no longer reside in hairy faces and hairy minds,
or in selfish, metaphorical, political kinds
and he always falters, he who finds
All skulls are pale and white.
The love will occur when He who is worshipped be called a maniac
doing crazy experiments, creating a life that’s peculiar
and creating peculiar lives to kill it much before.
That one is ready to live it when one isn’t ready to be it.
The love will occur when she out of she doesn’t grow to be a ‘He’.
The love will occur when the shattered ‘He’
is gathered and formed with a chance to reform
in an utter chaos and destruction but with an unknown glee
all inside of She.
The love will occur when a floating bedsheet will act good for the day in spite of a disruption, in spite of a drift.
The love will occur when love will finally learn to sadly love its own brief occurrence.
That’s when corrupted love is more than love
and less than it, my friend
I burn my holy cigarette making it a lover so secret
who doesn’t lose grip even when life is alone with many on a trip.
I am making a life saving shift.
True love occurs. True love flows.