Am I to be blamed,
If
your alluring eyes
Captivate mine
And my mind
And angels in Heaven
Unleash their wrath upon me
For ignoring them?
Your eyes have already said
What your lips struggle to withhold
Your eyes betray a sense of victory
Yet, little do you know
What my heart has won!
Or perhaps, it doesn't matter...?
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
Am I to be blamed,
If
your alluring eyes
Captivate mine
And my mind
And angels in Heaven
Unleash their wrath upon me
For ignoring them?
Your eyes have already said
What your lips struggle to withhold
Your eyes betray a sense of victory
Yet, little do you know
What my heart has won!
Or perhaps, it doesn't matter...?
Madhu, in many Indian languages means honey. Madhura is the feeling akin to honey, sweet, ageless, pure love. It is not a love that wants to barter for a gain or an aim. It is natural and selfless. Like Meera's love for Krishna.
True love is perhaps true salvation. It is rarest of the rare. It needs not validation by tradition nor a certification by custom. Yet, it is not immoral. It is pure. It is rare, hence sweet: like the nectar created by countless honey-bees through the labour of day and night.