Life of love

 Life of love

Ish Mishra 

 Desire to live is perennial

So is the desire to love

To live is to love and vice-versa

The life of love ceases only in death.

Love is called off yet the life of love continues

Love without being loved is enigmatic

Love bereft of mutuality is painful

Yet nothing could deter me from loving you

 The life of love ceases only in death.

Neither your implicit cruelty nor the explicit hatred

Neither the impulsive abuses nor the self-gratifying ridicules

Neither the exhibited detestation nor the demeaning adjectives

Neither the slanderous gossips nor the judgmental branding

The life of love ceases only in death.

Neither your contemptuous tone nor the humiliating gestures

Neither the categorical condemnation nor the advertent rudeness

Neither the high moral claims nor your holier than thou belief

Neither your self-righteous arrogance nor the inflated ego

The life of love ceases only in death.

Neither the expressed detestation nor the slanderous gossips

Neither the duality in your standards nor the maligning overtures

Neither your shallow self-eulogy nor your triumphant sadism

Neither your prophetic declarations nor the mean power game

The life of love ceases only in death.

It says nothing on my part

You desired for intense intimate love

I responded with added intensity, as is my wont

I have no reason to cease to love

The life of love ceases only in death.

Unable to comprehend the intensity of love

You responded with intense hatred

The hatred may have genuine reasons

But need not be reciprocated

The life of love ceases only in death.

Hatred has rational basis but love is emotive

Hatred says ‘bastard’, the love responds with ‘good luck’

The pleasure of intense love is accompanied by intense pain

The pleasure of pain is superior to the sadism of hatred

 Life of love ceases only in death 

Nothing can deter from loving

But love too has finite life

At times it meets sudden, violent death

 And often slow and agonizing

 Life of love ceases only in death

Confusion is a better state than false clarity

Wishful thinking is a better sense than pessimism

 Life of love is a better title than the Death of love

Illusion is a better feeling than morose

(KHUSFAHAMI MAYUSI SE BEHATER EHSAS HAI)

Nothing can stop from loving

Life of love ceases only in death              

                                                                        ( Thursday, March 18, 2004)