Be In Love Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

I sought the limit
in you my love,
I yearned to make
our love a rendezvous
with relentless risk.

In love what else
is there but a leap
to the unknown.
Call it love and then
seek secure pastures?

Then it becomes conditional
unconducive for the ethereal
and enrapturing elation,
slumping into an unedifying
slugfest of barren minds.

Summon the wares
to surmount the hurdles
of the enervating
extraneous and the
muddles of self doubt.

Liven up and levitate
to the level of
the limitless harmony
of tumultuous togetherness
and claim to be in love.

Tethered to the shores
of safety and comfort,
then yearn to be gobbled
by love is a loathsome stroll
in the finite plains of futility.

Love is but a terrain
untamed and a road that
winds into the dizzy levels
of transcendence and
not a wade in the marshes.

Masquerade into myriad
forms and bequeath
the buzz of the infinite
to the being and be
in love, really in love.