The mighty puppeteer

Love makes
then breaks,

From the pleasure pool

goes into a teary sea the fool,

Love, the tireless fiction writer seeking glory,

Writes it then another story,

The stage shifts,

The protagonists drift,

The characters move

in full groove

with the new stage,

And pain in hearts rage

of those who are left out,

Give they nostalgic shout.

It's now a new drama and fresh game,

But the story's moral stays the same,

Love is the puppeteer,

Juggles and shuffles

various characters from different stories,

Old ones pushed away,

New dreams hold sway

for the fresh arrivals,

They excitedly brush against each other,

Spins it out more stories,

They look all different and fresh,

But are essentially the same

boosted by the new crush.

All this while,

love shapes

then reshapes

the same clay 

for its titillating play,

Some tears of pain

to pay for someone's pleasure and gain,

A teary rain

goes in vain

in the eyes now turned a stranger's,

A sad, resigned smile

to pay for someone's new guile,

A cry

for someone's heart gone dry,

Some pieces broken

for someone's completion.

Love, the master, is never short of carriers,--

the vast effulgent sea of emotions

seething, boiling in many a heart,

So many volunteers to bear the burden

on their shoulders with glory and glee,

It's a sadistic delight to be its prisoner,

Privileged feels the carrier,

the poor bearer

of the royal palanquin.

And the show goes on

amidst joyful shouts and many a painful moan,

Some eyes lose their stars

that shoot off and find new

fresh dew

on the flowers in fresher eyes,

The old one just sadly sighs,

Thus, the show of love goes on,

The same old story

but the characters heartlessly ruffled 

and mindlessly shuffled.