A Love Poem For Priya Sen Poem by Biswajit Ganguly

Beginning:
This poem is beginning
With the waves of a great ocean
That has originated from my heart
And looking for your vacuum canyons
To fill with salted tears.

The distance my waves has to cover is called love.

The Main Body:
So, I am confused
If I want to maintain this distance
And let the love live
Or move closer to you
To end a process called love?
Suggest me the answer.
Suggest me with love.

Priya, love is a kind of black hole
Which is sucking my mind like a vampire
And I am allowing it.
I am allowing taking away everything from me
Because I love you
Because there is a glory in losing to you
Because You + I = Love.
And if you don’t like this equation
Try kissing me once
And you will.

Priya, I live in a city
Where lungs inhale abuse
Where mind survives to be gang raped daily
Where hawkers bargain with dreams
Where beggars bond with hunger
Where men recognize women through body shapes
And yes, I live in a city
Where people get married for a quick divorce
Where girls get a new date on every valentine’s day
Where sex is worshipped but not the love
So, I live in a city
Where people love without knowing
what love is
Although I love you because I feel
what love is
And you respond back to me without caring
What love is
May be, love is a time pass for you
Or you, the beautiful lady,
Has fifty other men to date with
And as you are publicized by the beauty of your body
You have no time to think about
What love it…

The day you will value love
Your ego won’t be resistant
My silly words will be insignificant
Our emotional atoms will form then
The molecules of love.

Priya sen, just look around you
Do you think the whole light of universe
And the whole space of universe
And the whole diversity of universe
Can be bigger than love?

Today is your chance to bond with me
And tell the living and non-living world
That you belong to the eternity
And I belong to the infinitude
And we are in a journey called love
That will never end.

End:
Love is the questionnaire
Love is the answer sheet
And in the examination of life
We do nothing but love.