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suchi banerjee


Love It Is


Love is a two faced Janus;
It marks the beginning and end of conflict.
It heeds no power, knows no obstacle,
Its natural course, you cannot restrict.

Its strange how love never shows itself,
Just when you're sure of its absence,
Disillusionment takes you over;
You see you cannot erase its presence.

Its always there, its everywhere,
Inside, outside, all around.
People deny it, try to go without it
But in life does love forever abound.

It surpasses time, It surpasses lives,
A connection once made, cannot be lost;
It somehow holds together...somehow does-
Its a link that destiny keeps at any cost.

It has no name, it has no form,
Typifying it is so very wrong;
Humans don't understand cosmic realities
But how does one keep track of time so long?

Love defines our lives, love defines our existence;
We are such fools, we don't realise
That attraction is recognition
And our will, ineffective, like in a game of dice.

So wherever we go, whatever we do,
No matter how much we make a fuss,
Somehow somewhere, without our knowing-
Love, my friends, will certainly find us.

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 30, 2013

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