What Is Love

Love is a habit

Love is a need

Love is a heartache

Love is a dream

Love is a touch of soft breeze on a sweat-covered face

A can of soda on a sultry day

Love is a longing of ecstasy sweet

Sharing of a pillow and a whisper

Are you asleep?

Love is quiet comfort with hearts align

Or a bubbly laughter with beer and wine

Love is hope

Love is illusion

Love is all this and so much more

Most of all love is a promise to self 

To submit to life and its urge to live

A continuum to honor and an ending to kneel.

Love is Life.

This is for all who believe in love and life.

Who Can Tell?

Life is so fluid.

After all the pluses and minuses it is a zero sum in the end.

Try to tell that to somebody

Who lost his shirt in the money market-

His stares blank as a white paper fall on my face-

The pain revealed through like watermarks on a dollar bill.

His pain comes with a question

If what you say is true

Why doesn’t it sink in the heart?

I do not have an answer to it.

I wonder if Creation thought of profit

When it created its vast empire.

So how did it come into mankind’s equation?

Superseding all the emotions

All the joy and pleasure

All the pain and suffering

It weighs heavy on the scale of ideology- called Capitalism

Its backbone is profit.

Is it a seed of destruction with in us?

Or is it a means of survival against all odds?

Who can tell?

Life

Once Life was a firefly

Oh! The thrill and the joy I had in catching it.

On dark nights in the misty thicket of my backyard

I saw that little light popping here and there as if by magic.

Holding my catch carefully in my cupped hands

I was mesmerized by the twinkle emanating from its body.

All the mysteries of the world of which I knew nothing about

Were contained in its golden womb.

Its accidental flight from my little hands

Was never too far to catch it again.

I was a willing player in its game of hide and seek.

In my youth I flew on its wings

Like a mighty eagle soaring high

Even the sky in its infinity was too small

To contain me

In my grip was the life

And to catch a phrase from Upanishad it felt like

“I am the stimulator of the tree of Universe

My glory is high as peaks of mountain…

Imperishable and undecaying am I.”

Today I feel like an ass

Carrying the heavy yoke of passions and desires,

A struggle weary traveler dragging its feet towards the unknown

Where mysterious fireflies still take birth. 

With my head bent downward I sense an impeller in me
Moving along with curious out look for the path-
Life's burning never stops
But frailty seeks for a resting place.