aryaindia india

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Nothing Called Love - Poem by aryaindia india

to that which never is what it should be



In all these years of my own life
Through feel and thought and mirth and strife
I've come though now to feel more sure
Love in my heart will reel quite pure
But then I know that feel of love
Is for myself - nothing above - A THOUGHT

I sympathize with them that know
Me for my thoughts that give me glow
It's in the mind that I do find
Sacred love that soothes some kind
But then I know that feel of love
Is for myself - nothing above - A FIND

I wish to raise some questions please
That will to peep and then to tease
Those thoughts may find some place to stem
In softer hearts that mend with hem
But then I know that feel of love
Is for myself - nothing above - A REALIZATION

Some answers fine I wish to keep
If thought over in dream and sleep
Then gracious thought I precious reap
With reason rhyme soulful to leap
But then I know that feel of love
Is for myself - nothing above - A FANTASY

That haze a cloud and filled with mirth
Softened vision in traversed earth
The gleam in eye of sorrowed dust
Just robs the soul of clammy rust
But then I know that feel of love
Is for myself - nothing above - A VISION

Nothing on earth can bring one peace
In smitten feel of love's own breeze
If savoured well the thought could swell
Quite often found to ebb and quell
But then I know that feel of love
Is for myself - nothing above - A REGRET

There's nothing like a word called love
It beams in streams and hides in cove
It's wondrous feel the state of mind
Permitting self to reckless find
But then I know that feel of love
Is for myself - nothing above - A TRUTH

THESE THOUGHTS, FINDINGS, REALIZATION, FANTASIES, VISIONS, REGRETS AND TRUTHS ARE UNIVERSAL.

By aryaindia


Author's comments:
Nothing above - above the love for one's own self. There are two things here - one, we can love ourselves unselfishly, two - we love ourselves in the most selfish way. Either way, it is in loving ourselves that we make or break our lives. But first, it has to be one way or the other. Of course, we have to look to god within us to give us the power to be able to love selflessly. Love is a baffling thing. It is like handling it on a slippery surface. It needs spiritual fragrance in the soul to sustain. Nothing physical or material can ever sustain love if that is a feeling. It has to rise above many realms of earthy desire to be open and factual in our committment. And rising above is not as easy as putting down on paper. Loving ourselves selflessly (it is possible) is when we can bring charm in others' lives.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009



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