Travails Of Love Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

Travails Of Love



Peace sprouts from the womb of war,
Love flares from the hearth of conflicts
As lotus sprouts from befouled ponds,
That is how the world balances itself.

Bud ruptures sheath to become flower,
Love ruptures the Self to light its lamp
As Sun scatters night to advene daylight
That is how the world moves forward.

Diamond is hard, gold, firm and stable,
True love like them is hard and stable,
Like all the love my love bears for me:
Splendent, lustrous, full of bright glow.

Ganga does spring at Himalayan heights,
And jumps to plains to conjoin the sea;
So is her love, uncertain, all rise and fall,
No end in sight, for her an unending wait.

The course is long, coarse, oft lean and dry,
Full of curves and turns and falls from high;
Rogue boulders stand there to stop the run,
But she takes no notice and movs steadfast.

Though glorious to look, unendingly long,
Always overflows and full to the brims,
Spilled from blood and tears is her love,
Newmoons most, no fullmoons between.

Diamond is hard, gold, firm and stable,
That is how she courses her coarse course
To the far away grand sea that beckons her
To conjoin it forever and unite to one.

The beckons are no help across hurdles,
Labyrinths she is in tightens her noose
And takes her farer from the love she bears
And all is now dead silent between us two.

She broke from past, and future is dark,
Now and here is sheer blood and tears;
Diamond is hard, gold, firm and stable,
That spurs her to sail blindly forward.

How long is night, so sweet is dawn,
How hard is shell, so lush goes core,
How long her travails, so joyous is future;
But, alas, the chimera no more holds her.

Love is travails, long road to traverse,
Love is innate mission she pursues in life;
No end to reach to reap gifts, celebrate,
Love is her lives, innate light of her soul.

Love is she herself, her nature, elan vital,
She is pure love in immaculate form;
Love is not outside to travail and reach,
But travails itself, long mission for her.

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