Sacred love

On Valentine’s Day, this bhajan-style poem celebrates the essence of love through vivid, playful imagery and dynamic metaphors. The beloved is portrayed as a lush mountain, a soothing silver moon, and a humble earthen lamp, while the speaker transforms into a dancing peacock, a faithful partridge, and a burning wick. Through its devotional tone and rhythmic repetition, the speaker has attempted to evoke both sensual delight and deep reverence, inviting readers to honor an everlasting union of pure passion and devotion.

Such is the nature of love. 

Thou be the mountain, lush and green,

and I shall come dancing, swirling like peacocks.

Thou be the moon, that soothing silver sliver, 

and I shall be the partridge, ever facing Thee.

Thou be the lamp, tiny little earthen clay lamp

and I shall be the wick, burning for Thee all night.

Such the bond of my true love,

so much in love with Thee.

Happy Valentines Day!!!

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Crimson eventides

Replete with cliché mushiness, 

and cheesy dialogues,

that's how all love stories are.

Impacable feelings,

impossible to reign in.

Theoretical chemical reactions 

work their magic in this mortal structure, 

primarily made of

hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, 

the pioneer ingredients of all life, 

blending effortlessly 

with a fleet of other elements. 

The village is painted red, 

with glare of passion.

A stereotype romantic tale, 

so easy to visualize. 

A guest knocks on the

chamber called heart,

and the sentry called brain

fails to announce 

the arrival of storm called love.

Thunderous reverberations of life follow. 

Approximate rhymes

become melodious songs.

And there's

inexplicable, mystifying fixation

with one another. 

We can not allow love.

For a simple reason

that it does not seek permission.

But slowly, gradually, we find 

that our eventides

are suffused with crimson.

Try as we might.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Just like that

 And just like that. 

I babble deep into the night.

And you caress me,

touching my soul, 

without touching me.

You don't hear me speak.

You listen.

To the spoken, and,

to the silent

sonics of my heart.

You listen.

Not to answer.

But to understand.

Just like that.

You indulge me

into being myself.

Just like that

you walk through the mesh

of arteries and veins

and settle in some auricle.

Mayhaps ventricle.

Oh, it doesn't matter!

As long as you are there for me.

In my heart! 

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha

Brevity

Minimum, mostly.

Not the silver tongued,

eloquent speeches.

Love rarely needs words.

Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha