An Ardent Query Poem by Sandeep Mandal

Was it of the eyes or of the soul?
The longing long cherished, long untold
For how many days, months or years on
The nights know and knows every setting sun
The stars know and every crescent moon
Knows the very first spell of showers
And the sprouting leaves that near soon.
Just for once, once only, once and for all
I must be you, you must be I
The entire being of yours must be mine
And in you all my deaths must die.
Eyes locked with eyes in timeless gaze
All the veins, arteries and nerves carrying
From every fibre of my being
All that's been long suppressed for years
Churning out all that was left of me
Or ever there be.
Tears mingle with tears
Not of sorrow but of a joy
So natural as if the whole being springs up
Like a child all awestruck by a dancing toy.
So wild so untamed the joy
Hard to be ever harnessed in verse
But that never embarrasses me
A failure to relish--a palatable dish.
My love isn't ever the love
Bound by space and time,
Transcendental and eternal
It is my heart's symphony of soulful rhyme.
Now you answer my love
Whether it was of only lust or of true love.
The eyes though tempted by the curve
Aren't but as windows it's the soul they serve?