How do you do it?
Give your love away so easily
So freely
Only a few times we met
And yet you bid me farewell
With an
I love you

I thought maybe
It had slipped out
Too late to be caught
In the heat of the moment
To be followed by distraught

But you said it everytime
Signed it like your name
At the end of every message
At a point where I think
I don't even know you yet

You don't even know me yet
But what I know is that
Love is too strong a word
To be distributed prematurely

Love is too strong a word
To be used so often
Oh my god I love this
Soon to be discarded

The special kind of love
The one where you really mean it
Is always present
It need not be announced

Love is spontaneous
And unexpected
Not necessarily repeated
Said like you mean it

*it's like the more you use something the cheaper it becomes. It sort of loses its effect and becomes common or habitual.

Forever seems so long,
How was I to know
Your forever
would come too soon

That till death do us part
Meant the death of our love
Love suicide or ******
Over my heart it looms

In sickness and in health
Was the sickness of your heart
Split in to
Two different places

the way things were
is not
the way things are

the way things are
is not
the way they should be

the way things should be
is where
our paths diverge...

*I'm taking roads
          less travelled now,
                                    My Dear

He invented a light
for the long night
he had to endure,

fixed a limit
for the height he aspired,

he found a verdant sight
to soothe his tired eyes

wrote a poem
for his bleeding heart
to rejoice

he was alone,
knew she was in her cocoon,
still sung a song for her,
that too was  love,
though limited and scarce.

through the window
the saw a winking star
far away, light years apart.

life was a dream,
love he felt then, was real
when he left at last,
like the scent of a flower
wafting in night air,

few drops of tears, from the eyes of the star
mingled with his gratified spirit.

**"love never fails, blindly believe in it"
A nightingale sang aloud from somewhere.

On the
extended palm
of a lotus leaf,
falls
a drop of
untimely rain.

water drop
runs around,
refuses all
attachments,
takes refuge,
in the cupped palm of
the supple leaf.

The leaf
in its kindness
receives the drop,
as it's own,
feeling responsible,
the leaf keeps it
safe from
malicious winds;
protects it
from spilling over,
till the sun
proposes to the
water drop,
requests to be his own.

It goes up
as invisible vapors.
The drop,
as vapor
takes the form
of a cloud,
hovers above
the earth,
sans
attachment,
but realizes
sun has her heart
for ever.