Is there a kind war?
happy dying star?
Isn't love without sacrifice-
a rose devoid of scent?
A deep realization,
that perfection is the
fragrance of resonating hearts-
can sustain bond; love would burn
even in times of intense pain,
then we would forget,
anything that would come between.
When I began the walk, down the path of life,
you joined hands without knowing what to ask,
what is that awaits us, how would we know,
taking your hand, I vowed,
everything is for you till the end,
The winds may change,
the path could be strewn with thorns,
fraught with adversities,
in this journey we may falter, even fall,
I know this in my heart,
still you'd whisper soft:
"we were united by sacrificial fire
how could we ever separate?"
a Vedic right passed on to us
through millennia, we still embrace,
Can just a chant be that magical,
make hearts meld together?
Am I limiting my chances , of pain
by putting a blind on your eyes?
Even if I tell that you won't take it
not even for a moment.
*Every time your eyes flood,
your lips tremble like dragon flies,
a stab in my heart I feel, it bleeds,
I hold your hand,tight
I hear my lips whisper
" Sacrificial Fire is our witness"*
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 11:03 AM UTC
Is there a kind war?
happy dying star?
Isn't love without sacrifice-
a rose devoid of scent?
A deep realization,
that perfection is the
fragrance of resonating hearts-
can sustain bond; love would burn
even in times of intense pain,
then we would forget,
anything that would come between.
When I began the walk, down the path of life,
you joined hands without knowing what to ask,
what is that awaits us, how would we know,
taking your hand, I vowed,
everything is for you till the end,
The winds may change,
the path could be strewn with thorns,
fraught with adversities,
in this journey we may falter, even fall,
I know this in my heart,
still you'd whisper soft:
"we were united by sacrificial fire
how could we ever separate?"
a Vedic right passed on to us
through millennia, we still embrace,
Can just a chant be that magical,
make hearts meld together?
Am I limiting my chances , of pain
by putting a blind on your eyes?
Even if I tell that you won't take it
not even for a moment.
*Every time your eyes flood,
your lips tremble like dragon flies,
a stab in my heart I feel, it bleeds,
I hold your hand,tight
I hear my lips whisper
" Sacrificial Fire is our witness"*
Fire on the alter is the witness of Indian marriages
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