Sunday, March 26, 2006

The Irony of Love

We seek love in her enchanting smile;
in the process, ourselves we beguile.
We seek love in his fingers running through our tresses,
and miss out on enjoying our soul's caresses.

We find life incomplete without him,
but never grope for completeness within.
We feel life is nothing, if not for her;
and seek our happiness in another.

Caught in the shackles of possessive vanity,
lovers link joy to their mate’s proximity.
Their sorrow, they feel, they can beat,
only when the twain shall meet.

We give our lovers the key to our passions,
and live our lives under self-imposed illusions
that they've the power to affect our emotions
and, for better or for worse, control our reactions.

Man has a lot to learn from a child,
the fount of mirth, so pleasant and mild.
Its joy is unconditional and within;
if not a toy, sand is a play-thing.

For a kid’s existence is rooted in the present,
he is a joy so pure that is born to last.
We limit ourselves in conditions of possession
and are bound by the future, burdened by the past.

Free mind of a child breaks its aviary.
Man is but a slave to idiosyncrasy.
He pulls love from unbound divinity
and restrains it in parochial conditionality.

When we fathom that happiness is our slave,
we will not in ‘normal’ ways behave.
Our love will flow from us forever,
whether our love is with us or another.

Mirth is the essence of existence.
This joy is the divine fount of love.
Man, in his quest, mortalized it
and bore what I call the irony of love.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Are irony and paradox
Different as rabbit from fox?

Rabbit, adorable ball of fluff
So delicious meatpuff

Fox, abhorrent cousin cur
So not my meal sir

Then so it is with Humen
That what they call love
They eat
The rest is merely
Window dressed thought

Adios,
Phani

Anonymous said...

A poet's predicament
Is that of a Crow:

"Am I to your detriment?
Or help you grow"

"Am I but an increment?
Or a garrulous flow"

"Do I fly off the firmament?
Or just walk slow"

For we can talk and debate
Subject and predicate
Heart, soul and intellect
Rough and delicate

All depends if the statement
Is above or below

Anonymous said...

Beautiful...Kamlesh. And to realise you are still so young.
sometimes it takes a lifetime to understand this....of course to know ones ailment is not neccessarily to be cured from it, but if we cannot love without the blemish of possessiveness, atleast we need'nt delude ourselves with the fallacy of eternal love...and simply call it, in your words, ironical love.
Freedom
in loving you
needlessly
Suja