The Whims of Love

What is the unknown source of this courage?
From where do I get this hope in my heart?

This love must be real to last this long
Faithful are my vows, delicate is my heart

It seems nothing but a conspiracy
Of every speck in the whole cosmos

I’m cursed for being unwillingly involved
For I have now made my home in morose

All these grief-stricken nights are perverse
It would hurt less to walk on hot embers

I cannot succumb to those hindrances
I’m deft and driven, I must remember

He is a genius to have designed love
For it’s a flame not lit nor doused by will

Fortunate are those who are loved back
Even fortunate those whose love is cul


The News

I wonder if the news has reached you,
Of my heart’s current disposition

For it hopes for you to find me, and
Hasn’t given up on that ambition

It trusts what great men ere have said
And hence it believes love alters not,

Love differs not between life and death,
And in what one seeks is seeking it

Thus, it beats for you same as ever,
It cares not about living or dying

And it knows you are a believer, for
You trust too in the power of seeking

So I wonder if the news reached you
Of my heart’s current disposition

For it knows that you will find me then
And lives on, just for that occasion

The Wound

There is no resolution to be sought
For a matter as much obscure as this

I still crave for signs in your direction
For ignorance is anything but bliss

Perhaps something does come out of despair
As I’ve written many paeans for you

But what indeed is their worth, when
The only poem I want to write is you

With time I find myself more damaged
As if I have lost all that I have been

And from where should the light enter, for
The wound of my heart cannot be seen

The Resignation

Argument of you and love has progressed
A reason for this case has been devised

The cause is your mystical, warm aura
The effect is so compelling yet disguised

I feel as if I’m home in your presence
If this world is not all cruel and selfish

I feel as if the time has held its breath
If this inner chasm is being replenished

And I have seen my sadness in your eyes
The windows to darkness you’ve held inside

Our driven souls still long for something
Striving to not yield our crowning pride

I’ve only had a few moments with you
But it feels like I’ve known you forever

Reckon it’s true what’s said about old souls
They can, indeed, recognize each other

Now if you realise this too, do not come
For I dwell in a place; there’s no return

I wish you to be content and at peace
As time’s come for this case to be adjourned


Tonight, I am bidding goodbye to you
Who has had a special place in my heart

Tonight, your memory will be at peace
As I close this chapter for a new start

Tonight, I’ll let go of all my regrets
As I never lost my chance to express

Tonight, I’ll wake up from this reverie
As I’ve concluded this terrible mess

Tonight, I’ll accept my awful failure
As I have found the grace in my failings

And tonight, I’ll not wince nor cry aloud
Because, tonight, I feel content within

The Argument

Why is my love for you, dyed in wool?
What is the hindrance to moving on?

Why in love have I been made a fool?
What’s been causing this oblivion?

Why is thought of you, ever-present?
What’s keeping me from forgetting you?

Why is the sight of you magnificent?
What’s it you possess than others few?

A slow fire burns deep within me,
And keeps my curiosity at high

I question these puzzles so direly,
To philosophy, a pleasure – wry

If all life has led me to this point,
To make me but a mere proponent

Then, from this day to my last moment,
Just you and love, are my argument.


Why am I estranged to this darkness?
Maybe I’ve been away for too long,

But shouldn’t home always feel home?
Why am I in dire need to belong?

As if this soul is deprived of life
As if this body is in swift decay

As if this mind screams for peace
As if this heart calls to be lured ‘way

Unwise, to have brought the goddess,
When she is of a different realm

Unfortunate, to have fallen in love,
As she leaves to retain her helm

Perhaps, this home lies deep within
For everything is, but mere illusion

Hence, I’ll reside her in my heart;
To feel her, even in seclusion.