“EGO & LOVE
“fidgety fretful , always had been his heart
he threw tantrums whilst, love wept and scattered like shards
stamping arrogance he displayed
in a corner few tears she shed…
a silver bowl that bedecked
overflowed with pearls
precious…
what a paradox
epiphany in delusion
he flaunts false pride
of translucent treasures
in possession
while she drinks with her palm
cupped
an incessant intoxicating ale
from the open wounds of
her chafed heart ,
with a smile gentle…”
soumyav 
wow!!!
Thanks Amit
you are welcome!
The poem is such an ode to the joy of life, sorrow and mixed emotions, simple pleasures we encounter in a day. Magical words, Soumya.
Like always , your comment and shared view is as beautiful. Thanks Vishal