The Song Of Love Poem by Bipin Patsani

Let us not be naive
to be carried away
by the rosy pictures
painted of love.

The more colourful
and splendid
we imagine life to be
when we involve
in such a deep
delicate relation,
the more disappointed
we will feel
when the trance is over
and we come back to sense,
in our own orbits to revolve.

The vast blue canvas of the sky
where we watch and wonder
at billions of stars and the moon,
looks beautiful only
when we are here on this earth.

Sailing and sailing across
after years of empty space,
once we are there
on a surface and meet,
It is the rock hard solid ground
we may find,
The same heat and dust,
the unfriendly crust
that will need
love's labour to set our feet.

Besides what we dream,
what we fantasize our love to be
and feel ecstatic, overwhelmed,
it is something more,
not just flyingabove
but connecting to
the bottom of truth
rooted to the earth,
something humble
and real to be touched
and felt within, supporting,
caring for each other,
sharing everything,
happiness and sorrow,
wealth of ability and weakness,
open discourse and secrets,
with mutual trust and respect
complementing each other,
and above all,
it is loving, love making,
quarrelling sometimes
over the trivial,
yet sticking together
with pangs, the anguish,
the wait and watch
for each other's way
with anxiety;
this endless eternal longing
for each other is love,
so pure and divine,
the deeply passionate and intense
emotional involvement
of two souls mingling,
sidelining all that comes
on the way or in between,
this blending together as one
exploring all possibilities
in the gift of the divine.