For the fulfilling of her fated love
It becomes the norm for the rest of humankind
To suffer for same!
Pray, Love, rigid at times and melting at others
Has me swirling in the open sky,
Filling its expanse
With lines and lines poured out
From the secret diary of my heart,
Lines,
Meant for one and all to read
As, just like for the Goddess incarnate,
My tie with Love
Is one which originates
From when Existence was set in place!
Pray, every space of my material self
Is filled with the yearnings for Love
So much that no place is left
For a substitute!
Why, the agony of the Goddess pulsates in my senses,
Her delight runs through my emotions
And her plight is inscribed in the core of my soul!
Life, if meant to be without Love,
Would be void
And needless
So much that Existing itself
Would be a waste!
Pray, after all, stars would exist not,
Without the night,
Life would exist not without its mystery,
Gods would exist not without faith
And music would exist not without lovers!
Why, when the Goddess incarnate herself, suffered
For the fulfilling of her fated love,
Who am I to be denied of suchWhen inscribed such is
On the parchments of my own fate!
No comments:
Post a Comment