Love The Chemistry And Romance The Mystery. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
Love has no age
And it is free of language,
While one slips through the slop,
His is windy-dust-stirring gallop.
A lady of 60, and a man of 30, may be mad,
In love age comes down to,15 and 20’s lad.
For body may grow old, dewy pores skinny,
The unsaturated passions, ever remain grainy.
The desire of the strange and the lust for the unknown,
To make a new heaven, and sing in a newly breathing –tone,
Makes oblivious of the present, and haunt the lovers with mystic sense.
Each moment they wish to make eternal, and seek rolling change.
To a fiancé’s eye, all objects get lost,
Her, -“You”, leads her to the ocean’s coast.
She does not hear the hill’s ringing bell,
And he bears the separation’s shell,
The wavy flowers, primrose meadow,
Turns to her, the lover’s walking shadow.
Time in love, turns to the reddish sun,
It has no provision, it has no limited span.
The mind moan,
The being is vacant, and with lingering wistful heart,
Through memories door, it hurries the floor, to take part..
The mind, body, and the heart,
Form the alchemy’s great art,
The world moves round the pivot of this hidden chemistry,
I thousands forms, in different norms, Love is ever a mystery
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