Love In Deed

Soft music reverberates
around us, diffused in the happy wind.

Warm whispers flowing to and fro
between us with love burning in our eyes.

In your shadow, too dim, I see the pain
inflicted and received through indifference
and the pleasure derived from indulgence,
I know for sure, mine shows the same to you.

But the past or the future, none
can refrain the present’s desire
for joy, raw and transient too in the end.
Thus we must let it go again, every time…

Later when the music and whispers too have died,
we wonder if such mindlessness is love in deed!