Over a year has been etched over my memory molecules,
\nBut your face is still fresh in my eyes,
\nAnd the hope to meet you seems never to slacken.<\/p>\n
If we were to meet again I would not leave you,
\nLast time we separated your temporary leave
\nfrom me stretched endlessly,
\nI don\u2019t know why time is so elastic, even though it is a reference.<\/p>\n
Last time your face convulsed when I said goodbye to you,
\nBut I believed your reaction was overwrought,
\nI thought in the long haul time was our friend and not our enemy,
\nBut I know now time is love\u2019s natural enemy:
\nThe days I spend with you melt fast
\nBut the moments without you stretch like light-years.<\/p>\n
You have been gone so long that I am having difficulty
\nRemembering your expression between your mouth and eyes,
\nBetween your two ears and eyes,
\nI have forgotten which of your eyebrows is longer.<\/p>\n
To take a heroic posture and remain
\nAway from you was the most suicidal thing I have ever done,
\nI had thought that my gallant sacrifice will hold
\nme tall in front of the public,
\nNot realizing that they wanted to keep you
\naway from me long to hurt me.<\/p>\n
At this point I will give up my valor
\nAnd lie peacefully under your black trusses,
\nLet the tide of love overtake me.<\/p>\n
We don\u2019t know what love is,
\nThat is why we do many mistakes managing it,
\nWhen we think that we are satiated with it,
\nActually we need more of it,
\nWhen we think we need more of it,
\nWe can\u2019t hold it anymore.<\/p>\n
Is love the deepest craving of the flesh,
\nOr is it a mirror of the soul,
\nOr is it the search of God,
\nOr the pursuit of immorality?<\/p>\n
Every generation asks these questions afresh
\nAnd ends up not knowing much about the question,
\nIt feels that someone is playing a mocking game with you.<\/p>\n
When we meet again I will hold you tight to my bosom and being,
\nNever squandering an atom of you even for a moment,
\nI will hold you a prisoner for the rest of my life,
\nWithout worrying about your comfort, form, or freedom,
\nSelfishness in love is necessary,
\nTo secure the treasure and relish it beyond your being.<\/p>\n
Love transcends reason,
\nIt opens doors where none looked feasible,
\nIt uplifts spirit beyond worldly power,
\nIt is closer to imagination than any material thing.<\/p>\n
Suffern,
New York,
August 17, 2012;
Rev.: 7.29.15
\nwww.kaulscorner.com
\nmaharaj.kaul@yahoo.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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