The Mystery Of Love Poem by Bipin Patsani

Falling in love with an image
built in imagination of the mind
and subjective perception
does not last long.

Love rests on acceptance of one another
with mutual trust and respect,
care and concern whatsoever one maybe
in success and failure
with human weakness and behaviour,
the melody growing sweeter ever
as in rising and falling cadences in a song.

Love born out of unquenchable thirst
and expectations only
nourished with daydreams
is nothing but lust and it dies soon
in unfulfilled desires and boredom.

Love is a river flowing full in spate
touching nourishing both the banks
which flourish with its greenery.
Too much pressure and demand
breaks the bond and the boundary.
What ultimately remains is
the bare stretch of stone pebbles
and sand cradling a thin flow of memory.

Only in love, un-possessive, may the Muse
inspire one to reach the height of excellence
and can be called divine and no self-deception,
a Beatrice being instrumental
in the coming of another Divine Comedy.