Falling Into an Eternity of Endless Love With You. Monday's Inspiration 61, to Shaloo Walia
These poems are an offering to Shaloo Walia, but honouring the Absolute Supreme
Falling Into an Eternity of Endless Love With You. A free-style Sonnet
Not being able to gaze at Thy sweet face,
My Heart suffocates in the chill of winter’s mists.
Now words are left unspoken, hidden in the tablet of my soul.
This unforgotten agony, like thorns,
Have clung unto my blossoming flower for
Eons, tearing up the redolence of sweet memories.
I do not wish to leave the trace that says:
“He retreated.” Nor to miss that special moment,
Holding hands; walking through the ancient
Corridors, in the Temple of the sun.
Seasons fade, but sooner or later, the rose
Will blossom anew. I long for Your flawless mirror,
Keeping me falling; keeping me falling … falling,
Into an eternity of endless Love, with You.
13th January, 2019. Manatita, The Lantern Carrier
The Rapturous Ecstasy of Thy Love. A free-verse Sonnet
The Rapturous Ecstasy of Thy Love
You kiss the sweetness of my longing,
And even in the uncomely hours of this night,
You shine excels the resplendence of shooting stars.
The breath of Thy lips whispers to my cheeks,
As the Heart glows in Silence.
One glance at Your hazel-blue gaze,
And my core flutters like a butterfly in flight.
I remember Your previous wooing, but I was young
And impetuous, unable then to appreciate Thy elegance;
The naked intimacy and grandeur of Thy allure.
I knew naught of the beauty of sunset; how to savour the rapturous
Ecstasy of Thy Love. Today I have blossomed fully, like a flower,
Unfurling its petals in the Heart of Spring; I smile in agony, striving
To withstand Love’s million bow-strings, delivering sugar to my Soul.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 29th September, 2019
Wisdom from the Masters
"I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty;
I laugh when I hear, that people go on pilgrimage to find God." -Kabir
"When you really look for Me, you will see me instantly -
You will find Me in the tiniest house of time. Kabir says:
"Student, tell me. What is God? He is the breath inside the breath." -Kabir
Poetry of Hafiz
Perhaps with real Love ... the Higher Love, is synomymous with God. Any thoughts?
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