Love
I do not want anything from you
just...
a boat of courage
a bowl of faith
a flowery love
fragrant and spreading fragrance
To live and quicken
the emotional relations that are turning barren
to wipe and wash
the layers of dirt that are occupying the mind
for the body that has become dry and stony
with the sucking of blood
not to satisfy the desire of pleasure
but to quench the thirst of mind
to acquire pious satisfaction of the soul
to erase the spots appearing
from shocking attacking eyes
to liberate the breathes
from the suffocation of smoke rings
to narrate the story of dusty attack on the mind
to open each and every aspect of agony
and share the heat of stress
the pressure of world in front of you
Love
I do not want anything from you
just...
a boat of courage
a bowl of faith
a flowery love...
that is fragrant and spreading fragrance
You are the hut of autumn leaves
that have fallen from the tree of love
you are like sandy bank of silver range
not only of the body
but also of the silent mind
you are the ‘supreme river’
of ultimate happiness
like the waves in palms
in the palms of the waves
resounding with the fantasy of pure love
in my palms
your love like a conch shell
sticking to my breath
listening to my breathing
permitting love to breathe
the sound of the conch
echoing permanently
ringing like the winds
thundering like the clouds
it showers
whether you and I hear it or not
it is heard in every heartbeat
Love
I do not want anything from you
just...
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