A stupid poem, titled “A cabin in the woods“

Disclaimer:

This poem is inspired by Mild High Club’s Windowpane, (the credits of that word and song’s rights belongs to them) and how shitty & absurd love as a notion. Feel free to criticise it as I am open to any kind of improvement and I never liked all of my works, seriously, all of them are mediocre.

Picture’s credit goes to https://www.vecteezy.com/free-vector/woods">Woods Vectors by Vecteezy

Minus 10 degree, and my arm tangled in yours,

Amidst these ashes we incinerated our affections,

Woods were burning, leaves were falling,

Stars were circling, and our fingers were playing.

“Home sweet home” said the pamphlet,

Sounded like wise words from love prophet,

Home is where our hearts belong,

Home is when we play along.

Is love just a tale about kisses on windowpane?

Or a measuring rope on a forlorn pillar?

Or shape of a mirror in another mirror?

Or instead, bunch of moulds on a brick?

No one seems to know about it,

Not even the holy love prophet,

I was certain to unravel the pit,

Till I see our name in the epithet.

- N.