After the Honey-Moon

O' my Beloved!

Joy unknown to me for years

Dropped into my mind from somewhere

Splashing myself to all around

The mind left with no-self

But the joy of finding you

The joy of having you as my Beloved

Merging myself into your self

Making the composition complete

Of you and me, neither you nor me

Since then I have been trying to collect

Scattered pieces of the self

To recompose myself

But failing for the joy coming in between

And splashing the pieces again and again

What did you do, why did you do this to me

Through the meeting, wanting to know

Direct from you, tell me please!

O' my Lover!

Didn't do anything, my dearest!

But lost myself in the meeting

Had gone back blank-headed

Lost everything in wilderness of your love

Beyond my comprehension

Now, absorb the leftover me into yourself

Or give me back myself, if you can

Since the meeting,

I have been wandering here and there

Not finding my home to find rest and respite

That had been in my lonesome nights

I have the intuition now -

It is in your arms close to your heart

Reconstruct me and home me please!  

If in Love, None is Good or Bad

In Love, None is Good or Bad

'Love true' is not expressed

By 'I love you' like words

But by feelings and by conduct

When such love exists -

Feelings appear in eyes

Conduct appears in sighs

Love needs no words like 'I love you'

But words like 'Happy', 'Glad', 'Joy',

Instant 'Please' asking for a favor

Instant 'Thanks' for a kind deed

For an unintentional slip 'Sorry', indeed

The bridge joining two shores

Is built gradually if the minds don't waver

For selecting the best if the kinds don't shiver

Both go on loving, gradually building the bridge

With care not to undo already built up ridge

While jumping into the pool of love

Trends don't matter on how to love

All goes with spontaneity

All goes with natural beauty

Love is built up from senses scatter

With no options for partner better

With no choice from multiplicity

It is loving the opportunity

It is loving the other and everything theirs

Jumping into the pool of love with no fears

Words 'I love you' are for probing sake

Often said to many often fake

No real intentions, whose minds waver

Wish to be choosy for a loving favor

Such persons keep on probing for whole life

Jumping from one to another

Breaking hearts, tossing feelings

Keep one to wait, honey-mooning with another

On finding fine, stamp 'you are the main'

Else, return to the previous to say 'I love you' again

They never love

They know not what is love

How to love, whom to love

They never experience love

But go on experimenting on love

This class of people is huge around

While true lovers are few on the ground

They know not good or bad in love

They just love, love, love