Love, The Spiritual Language

Countless stories reaffirm the importance of love in our lives. Mythology and real life stories talk of love which is selfless and spiritual. Love is what makes the world go round. It is the lubricant that smoothen the spin that would otherwise leave us dizzy and confused. It is also the only anchor we have, in this world that spins beyond control more often than not. In this poem, I have used 2 styles...the structured verse and the free verse...because I felt that in the madness of love there needs to be some structure and discipline too!...mainly because when 'in love', logic flies out of the nearest window!

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As the world burns, burns too the heart

The cold world redhot, we view hot eyed

Is selfish desire, the disease of the heart

The disease of the world, lust and greed?

Dressed in forest flowers

With a peacock plume on his crown

And with a flute, the weapon of love

The young cowherd Krishna

Descends to this earth

Roused by the beauty of tranquil Vraja

He plays with his flute

Sweet bewitching music

And out flow from their homes

Gopikas, the cowherd maidens,

Into the splendour of the moonlit forest.

In love they dance holding hands

Each Gopika dances with

A Krishna only hers.

This is an invincible symbol of love

Intimate, hermetic, cerebral and sensual

Of passionate devotion to God

Joined with God each one of us feels.

Clouded minds grope for reality grounded

Life mythshaped by our perceived reality

Realize with feet solidly on earth planted

You, on this mythical earth, the only reality.

The Song of Songs

That Song of Solomon

The love song of passion

Between a queen and a king.

The song of sacred love

A devotion so loving

That in each other they merge

The earthly queensoul

And the divine Christking.

A sacred love story

Of romance and passion

That lifts mortal hearts

To heights of selfless nihility,

For love and compassion

In the madness of devotion

Majnu obsessed for beloved Laila

Setting an example fine

of its limitless power esoteric.

Lubricated only by the love in our heart

The earth smoothly on its axis thus spins

Language of logic means little to the heart

It’s the spiritual language of love that counts.

© Nalini Hebbar/openmind/2009 - all rights reserved

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