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
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
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
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
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.