This time, I sing the praise of ecclesiatical love.
Though not esoteric, thou followers never allow
to think it beyond the sinister bodily move.
O' never touch it, that is a sacred cow!
which makes me wonder what is love?
When that thing has gotten so low; i vow
there is something that i got to show.
I love my love, told my friend when i quizzed,
cherished his nth love. But just before kissed
his (n-1)th love, ritualised the MoU and finally buried.
Love is an ocean claimed my friend, who spews
everytime when tasted water. Deep down the ocean he dives,
thrives but when reached the brackish lagoons,he skews.
Love is blind told another, when she is not bothered
of her anorexic size zero- a licence to get tethered?
Happily abandoned their loved parents as they are feathered.
Indeed she showered her love on her parents at an early stage
Her love just slithered when she got a posh and lovely date.
The immortal of the mortals, you named it love
an oaf's hormonal misfiring? galloping generaton's conduit?
smokescreen to lust? passport to brain's prostration?
an unplugged persecution? spielberg's avtar?
a pandora's box? a frankenstein monster? a nelson's eye?
a monkey on your back? or a touch screen monitor?
geez! Iam still in an ambivalent mood!
Is love - greek's Eros? chaldean's shedu?
Freud's ***** envy? oedipus complex?
electra complex? legitimate sex addiction?
a parent's affection, strictly and only, to their child -
then why the missing gender?
Is that the worm's eye view of an eagle? or
just the eagle's eye view of a worm?
As usual, my instinct blossomed and spread the scent of wisdom
love is a connecting wood in a ladder between the unconnected two
love is honey in the life of a bee and a flower
love is bliss in devotee and the divine
love is thirst for a man in the desert
love is sugar in a juicy mix of lime and water
love is also the fuddle of a drunkard with the drink