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.

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Love Lines

Say the word 'LOVE' and everyone is starry-eyed. After heady couple of years, the 'really in love' couples find a method in the madness. They draw lines of understanding between them and around them to sustain the love and to help it grow. This keeps them from stepping on each others toes and also from 'rubbing each other up the wrong way' (in the context-this one is funny!)

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Love is all about lines.

Love lines of healthy love.

Lines drawn with the arrow

that pierced two hearts.

As in love they fall

lines themselves draw.

Lines that redefine

tolerance and sacrifice.

Lines so bent you now

call them arcs.

Lines that with passing time

change in length.

As backsteps both take

to accommodate.

Lines that define the space

that need surround.

No lines should trespass

into freedom spaces.

Assertive lines that

draw the limits.

Respect these lines

for love to grow.

Lines at a tangent

that that cross often.

Never should run parallel

as if paths preset.

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Sweet Beautiful Mother

My mother, Padmini, was the greatest woman in my life. She lived a life quite never reaching her potential though she had ‘that in her’ to become successful in whatever she would have done. She died an early death at the age of 56 in November 1993.

I have posted this poem in my niece's blog....

dr-vibha-srinath-blogs.blogspot.com

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A Drop of Love

A drop of love into a waiting heart

And you see the flower blossom,

Opening into the loving world

As if born with brand new eyes,

Seeing a world quite altered,

From the dark insides of a bud.

A drop of hate into the waiting heart

And you see the flower droop and die,

Closing itself from the onslaught

Cringing away from the source,

And may never open ever again

Even if doused over with love.

So spread the love you find in your heart

And be assured it will find a waiting heart,

That can bloom like the flower once again

Healing itself and many another,

Spread not hate, that shrivels the heart

That makes it yearn for a drop of love.

(10th May, 2006, Nellore)

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