Love Immortal Poem by Surendra Negi

Hold me, my dear!
Sway; and hold me still.
my thoughts are awash with melancholy,
In rigors, in sweat.
Barely able to keep my sanity, above the jargon:
of cacophonies, a la theist's and atheist alike;
their persuasive understanding, the providence in their reasoning.

Let me immerse, delve deeper, in blueness of your eyes:
my ethereal abyss, my moksha!
where and when,
thy soul's not bound by incapable truths or painful lies.