Nature is a jealous lover;
she wants me all to herself,
if not through love,
then as a willing slave.
No choices made,
no questions asked,
but bows given
to bid for my lonely soul
and to have a company
to call my fold.
I know she cares
but of love she feigns.
Of her time she shares,
I take all the rain.
She leads me through the streams
and the corners that she broods,
so I love her like the wind
that takes its turn when I dream.
Love is an understanding
that the heart conceives,
so it hides beneath
and pulls at two lovers
who are not shoved to judge
or smirked to fit in.
I would spend my whole lifetime
to behold the charm of your eyes,
And like the place heaven had trod,
I will make the world bewilder.
So may we not contemplate tomorrow
or the path that love should trail,
for the stars above are flowers
of our love’s journey below.
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Author’s Note: I am a man of thought, but the ocean of feeling is a depth I want to swim, and maybe drown. Then I could become the world around, and my heart, the solemn truth.
I know not with what to define life, but I attempt in my own little way to use words and some bricks of equations.
Unity or oneness is not just a discovery of the world out there, it is an experience; it is the once in a lifetime opportunity to remember our cosmic origin and the innermost desire of our soul.
The object of our affection defines us in the long run. But it remains to be said if it is destiny or the tragedy of an unavoidable encounter.
Until next time,
I will be here.
– M. V. Echa