BROKEN APPOINTMENT WITH LOVE

Broken Appointments of Love . . . . .

When I approach Love, it buries itself in me.
So, I've decided to make it approach Me.
I'd rather play hide and seek with it!

I promised to Love many a time,
Later, I realized I made promises only to break them up.
I, then decided to make Love promises to me.
For Love's sake, I let not it break the promises!

I taught Love how to live broken-hearted.
It stayed longer to leave me forever.
I burnt myself in desire ---
Yet let it go away safe.

I walked on the wall of darkness,
Love made its journey to my soul,
I wonder I hardly noticed its pace,
Only discovered its essence in the silent music of darkness!

I thought, I drank the nectar of love to my heart,
But I sipped but a little!
I found myself entrapped with your eyes,
Even though I never dared ask you even just a kiss!

Love once whispered to my soul,
I was too busy then even to listen to it.
Long long afterwards, I heard its echo,
My heart treasured it, I felt like floating!
Our sweetest feelings always remain untouched, I realized.

I did mesmerize Love, its zeal.
Angels robbed it but once,
Again, it dropped like a star on the strand I stood.
How can Love be subdued? I made them bethink!

Love tried to veil your radiant eyes,
Even you remained behind the silken snare of your tresses.
How could pearls get concealed when oysters let not them do so?
Can water but turn to wine if I leave a kiss?

Love gave me leave to kiss, made me bold to woo,
Yet, how can daring fate be ignored? I wonder!
Elsewhere in other world, my soul dotes in solitude,
In the distant shore, you once dreamt to go.

The story of that distant bliss--couldn't but be gone with the wind,
Left me insane, just in the lap of eternity.
So obvious in hue, yet blurred in guise of Erida.
I recalled my oath, which I made not to you, but to my love.
Again came Aphrodite, just emerged from the ever-frozen zone!

As vowed I've, never dare banish Love.
Never too late begins my ache to shun.
Gentle swain as I'm to refuse---
To turn wicked spirit into divine one!

O Love! You whom I often and silently can't but go,
Hear the sighing sound beyond silence's shore;
Yet not too late to counsel or pray.
I'll dare to bet Love's broken heart for decades to come