The Jungle

In a world where there is no dearth of words,
Where all talks of love seem so made up and absurd,
How does one believe when words are so carelessly thrown,
How does one trust where stories of betrayal are all well known
The cajoling, the gentle persuasion are all so sadly amiss,
No longer do people reminisce about their very first kiss.
Physical closeness is more in trend these days,
But once that aim is achieved love hardly stays.    Fear rules,                                                                Those hungry beasts love to fool,                       They seduce, conquer, move on and feel so cool.
Transactional reltionships flood the land.
No one to actually talk those sweet nothings,
No one to understand.
Where are those days of sweet, idyllic talks
Of the stolen moments and the rambling country walks.                                                                           Of those scented letters that promised a forever. Unlike the short messages of today that threaten a now or never.
Of the romance and the wooing of the lady with ardor and passion.
Today, short term or no term encounters are such a rampant fashion.
The heart is dismayed
The head is bewildered
With the animals that abound and the jungle thats grown.
In such a world, how does one step into the great unknown?
                     Shailaza Singh