Vama Love Poem by Blessing Kalamatila

When did the purity of love morph into a curse?
When did affection transmute into agonizing stress?
When did we create chaos carving a realm more desolate?
Precisely, when did we birth this tangled mess?

In love's orbit where beauty serenades,
Why do we evade the tender wings of intimacy?
Proclaiming love's elegance, we feel its sting, Yet some recoil from its embrace.

In love's unraveling, fragments of devotion, A fiction we craft, trapped in emotion. A void echoes where clarity once stood, Oblivious to the silence, misunderstood.

Beneath the tangled threads of a troubled canvas,
Moments once clear,
now shaded in mystery.
A question lingers in the unspoken quest, Is love defined by chaos or silent rest?

Perhaps love's truth, a riddle unguessed, Hides in the dance of chaos,
where silence is best.