TO THE LOVE

Bonds of unknown love,

Haunts me with a note of melancholy.

Invisible threads of love make the web,

Of strangling emotions, sweet and sour.

Some unfathomable spirit lurks behind,

To prove its power stark on my thoughts.

An unidentified strout stays importunate,

A lament for my love; pesting me at times!

A touchy robber of my private moments!

For a bosom friend left me half way in the busy streets,

Or I doubt, it, for a daring one unseen.

Love unrequited is pain

So not to put it in vain!

Miracles, it does, powerful as a gale;

Turns male in to female, female in to male!

Sweeter than the sweetest flower,

And truer than the child’s prayer.

Nature sprinkles rain on the lovers,

Also keeps it dry for the lover’s sake!

What is there more luscious and sublime,

Than the sensuous eye of an anxious love!

What is there more creepy and painful,

Than the grief-ridden tears of a lovelorn mind!