SOMETHING I LOOK AT-94

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-94
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

        THE BEAUTY OF LOVE

the heart sheds tears of love
asking none to come near,
the soul immerses in deep agony
feeling silently the pangs of sorrow
the wounds remain as such,
fresh, aching and bleeding without being cured
and you live in an exclusive world of your own where happiness and sorrow hardly matter

that is love more like walking
on the edge of a razor with no signs of repentance and sorrow,
no looking back, no dreams
for a different tomorrow
it pinches and pinches hard,
but lived and loved the way it is
being the only possession

you can't part with the wounds and tears
the moments of agony and ecstasy
your dearest possession
they are part of you and your love
so dear and passionate
no wind can blow it away
no sun can dry it,
no winter can moist it
no rain can drench it,
no therapy can cure it
it will remain with you as a feeling,
a shadow,  and will never leave you even
when your love will be no more.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©2018
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