All Is A Matching Game Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

Glorified addiction,
Temporal benediction,
Irrational fixation
As a divine notion,
Always is love.

Panta rhei...............,
No alliance, eternal,
No bonding is real,
Mere vibration of unreal
In the cauldron of time.

All is a matching game
In the jumble of needs
In the glare of novelties
Till interest wears off,
Aye, then back to silence.

Mere ripples in cosmic ocean,
Tides, who in love presumes;
Each ripple, so pollent,
Carries being inside it;
It's true face of love.

It's a huge wave
Of unbound needs
Sprouted on mind's floor,
That loses its height
While spreads on time's shore.

Love is live fire ball
In game of volleyball
Or playing football
Till time blows whistle
And all cools down.

Nothing divine in it,
Though within timeframe,
Supernatural it is,
Beyond confinement
Of grief and bliss in wings.

Shoots of hot flames
All around the horizons
Of the inner world;
Love is a magic world,
Clouded from realities.

Love bloats like balloon
The inner world's space
To fill the other within,
Only to burst one day,
And vacuum everywhere.

Love is expansion,
Love is rebellion
In the realm of grey;
While sun shines bright,
Aye, all becomes only one.