Saturday, March 8, 2008

I DEFINED LOVE FOR MYSELF

What is Love?

I love an ‘Angel’, who brings light to my dim world,
I love an Angel, who brightens my most dull days,
I love an Angel, with whom I forget all agonies,
I love an Angel, who eases my life’s difficult ways;
I love an Angel who calms me in my most tensed hour,
I love an Angel, who glows within me the deepest of emotions,
I love an Angel, who enlightens my want to live life more,
I love an Angel, who has broken all my pre-conceived notions.
I close my eyes and see her in front, smiling my sadness away,
I hug her there and stay that way to keep all worries at bay;
I open my eyes, and look at the sky, to see a shining star,
In it I see, her sparkling eyes, staring at me from a far.
In those eyes I am lost, lost in a world unknown,
Where flowers carve the path ahead, where the ground is devoid of stones,
Where sadness is unknown to the place, where tears do not drop,
Where life is a party, a celebration, one which can never stop.
I get charmed when she is with me, I am lost in her,
I loose all desire to face reality, I only look at her.
She comes and fills my life with everything beautiful and serine,
And all my attempts to release her charisma is all but in vain.
I can only see her eyes where I have lost my heart,
I can only see her lashes which, with her eyelids, do flirt,
I can only see her brows, where frowns do never appear,
I can only see her eyes, where truth is most clear!
I know now what love is, but I differ from dictionaries,
I differ from scholars; I differ from love-stories,
I differ from the world in the way it defines love,
I differ from Almighty, in the heavens above!

Love is but her sparkling eyes; love is her flowing hair;
Love is her essence which I feel, even when she’s not there;
Love is her words which bring a new desire to live;
Love is her faith on which rests my life’s belief;
Love is the feeling which crosses me every time I hug her;
Love is the emotion within me which her presence does stir;
Love is the desire to hug her tight and tell her what she means to me;
Love is she, her complete being, what else could Love be???

1 comment:

Discipulus said...

Hmmm.........
Surup the poet. Now thats new!