There is a point of time in life
When, the word love overflows
the four walled strokes of language
To touch the most subtle corner
of human imagination.
It’s a journey to your Bodhi
From the most personal,
of your fantasy.
You open your eyes to the world, for the first time
And feel the pulse of the red earth
On your empty wrist.
You no more crave for the body, he.
Or meditations of eternal love.
But some handy ones, occasionally
For the vibes in you,
Just in case.
And now, the world expands
Far beyond your finite backyards
To show the sea coming to you,
the sky falling down in smoke.
And to brood over silences of
Guilt, land, memories and other stories.
You see love crossing your courtyard
And dissolving into,
the streets of hunger and the abandon
As ships into the Mediterranean.
Leaving no signs of the pride, that was.
Learn to love the mornings
That remind you of streets left to the rain.
And pathways extended, like a woman.
You will love the seeds you carry in your palm
And the northern skies with its lessons of infinity.
Love a baby bear, for the love it cuddles
And serpents for the deep blue sea.
Love your sleeplessness, for it talks of pain
And thus, the many joys you left to rot.
Learn to unlearn love,
that comes to you and
ends with you. For
you are the gypsy, within you