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I cannot express orally, how and how much,
I am unable to say its source and its flow;
Is it from a human or it has divine touch?
Sometimes it is fiercely fast, and other times slow;
Why it's often breath-choking as though I'm dying?
Why in gravity, sometimes, as though my heart pulled?
Agony fills like nightmares secretly spying,
Physique and psyche get torn; feelings get fueled;
What should I say of this? The dark night of my soul?
Yet, why brightness as though the hot summer sun shines?
Who seems to take possession of my entire whole?
Why for something not seen and known my being pines?
Of love, I've heard and known but this is something new,
Is this a test of mine or this each one goes through...?

Is this a test of mine or this each one goes through...?
Undergoing these feelings and pains days pass by;
On one side excitement and euphoria, brew,
On the other in sleeplessness nights fail to fly;
Existence finds, like new pastures, finds new beauty,
The entire thing looks like new heavens and new earth,
There's forgetfulness and negligence in duty,
Interiors, yet, feel like taking a new birth;
Are concerns of divinity now gone aside?
Has tentativeness calmly taken its place?
Why do places of worship like only walls bide?
Why do shrines and altars, in my eyes, lose their grace...?
Why has temporality found in me a home?
All around seas, oceans, hills, and mountains I roam...!

All around seas, oceans, hills, and mountains I roam...!
As if I'd left my soul, by mistake, somewhere there;
Embellishments entrap me like wavy sea foam,
There's exceptionally versatile glare and flare;
Depth-experience and death experience, lo,
Enter in boxes adorned with jewels and gems,
I see myself, on clouds, like spirits walking slow,
Hands glowing with laurels and palms and olive stems;
Gardens there are filled with red and golden apples,
Love songs sounded on harp, lute, flute, and saxophone,
Candles lit, smokes of frankincense filled the Chapels,
Wherein brides and grooms worshiped shining rose quartz worn;
Fancy or fantasy, my secret love is love,
Others trust or not I know it comes from above...!!!

Others trust or not I know it comes from above...!!!
Hence, I know it surpasses all limits mundane;
It doesn't stop with concerns for my ladylove,
Universality has always been its reign;
Looking into the minute needs of each being,
Is it its enthusiastic leisure pursuit?
To free the enslaved fellow being to freeing,
It cuts across all boundaries and finds its route;
To implicit and explicit needs of the spouse,
Though it is brisk and takes every risk possible;
Any lowly and lost, no doubt, it will re-house;
For kindness, it skips curbs that are un-crossable;
Secret love is not in the true sense so secret,
To carry crosses for love-sake it has no fret...!!!
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