brief and sublime! the best kind of poetry
If Love is a flame then the one in love
is like the silent candle that burns below!
If Love is the rain then the one in love
is like a sea of desert sand, stretching
as far as your eyes can see, devouring
the wetness as soon as the raindrops touch the ground!
When my love is a giant ball of fire called the sun,
I am a planet, colored blue, known as the earth…
But when my love is the earth itself, I become
the silver moon, charming the oceans of her love!
Honestly, Love has always been the only way
I can annihilate myself for nirvana,
so now as the sun has set on my waiting days,
let my soul pledge my existence in loving her!
As I looked up at the sky, full of stars,
I saw her face etched across the heaven,
some parts too prominent and some too vague,
still, it was her face, said my throbbing heart!
Did my eyes begin to hallucinate
or, is it the nature of human love,
that our forlorn minds and souls start to see
the face of love, all around, all the time?
When darkness falls on her side of the world,
my senses grow weary from a blunt pain,
as if the blood in my veins has flown to
counter the drought, parching my arteries!
Until the first light of dawn can see her again,
like me the dark night itself seems to grow insane!
* Lovely Conversations 8
Yes, I see her and I see the fog too,
of course I know it is a winter day
but where is the biting chill in the wind!
Although I have held her hand in mine, still
I do not know whether she is the truth
or mere dreams, woven by my fancy heart!
I wonder if Love and Fate are siblings,
forever trying to outgrow each other;
though Fate mostly wins, it is Love at least
once or twice in every human’s life!
Later, when I have seen the smiling sun
of my life with her radiance, glowing warm,
passing me, it felt as if the Summer and Spring
both are due earlier and lusher too than usual!