Art??

A heart that embraced the touch

of love was only imprinted with 

hands that lusted over love,

Played along, smiled,

Since it became a game to her,

Chosed the players along 

As she liked the game,

But not the players obviously,

To pretend to be in the game of love,

By blindfolding her heart,

behind the walls, the desires

Overtook the innocence 

As visitors of lovely art at museums 

the art that was touched,

Never understood,

Left as mystery that was questionable

Unless to the artist...

no one solved the art of love,

Even the art...

-Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu