I remember once too often A girl from my student days Whose thoughts gladden me And send my heart a-flutter; These days I search for Truth And wonder with some misgiving Whether sometimes in one’s life Truth comes disguised as Love.
When the certainty of doubt waylays The journey of thoughts And emotions are entrapped In a cyclic revelation of probable intentions; When friendships lose their elemental force, And you have despaired Of love that came And love that went, And wondered Whether love can come as itself, And wondered Whether you can receive Love that … Continue reading Love that Comes As Itself
There is no truth Higher than Love And no love Higher than Love of Truth.
Love is not to be found In the arms of sweetheart Though you are tempted Into thinking so. Love is not to be found In some friendship Though there is delight Tending to it. Love is not be found In sublime art or music Though it might satisfy For a while. Love is not to … Continue reading Love, O Love, Where Art Thou?
Only s/he can love Who wants nothing for her/himself Nothing by way of riches By way of name By way of power And, yes, Even by way of love Etc. Rest of us Are condemned To love only selectively And sparingly Depending on our comfort level. As long as You have something to protect Something … Continue reading Love