The Triangle of Love with Desire and Dharma
This is the story of a triangle of love,
Thanthala-Thap to Arjundhara-Dhap above.
From Pancha Pokhari to hearts it touch,
Flowing with nature, as a story as such.
In the quiet hills where the rivers sleep,
A Seeker walks, his thoughts run deep.
Three points of longing carved upon his soul,
A triangle of hearts, a story untold.
One is idol, distant, bright, and free,
Star in the night he may never see.
One is the Bridge, fragile, raw, and near,
Her laughter and tears echoing clear.
Desire burns in the Seeker’s chest,
Yet ethics and patience demand their test.
Attachment’s flame, intense and wild,
Lessons of dharma, he must compile.
Seeker watched the idol, modest and shy,
A fleeting glimpse, a star in his sky.
A shadowed mole, a spark in the night,
A desire unspoken, held by the light.
The Bridge would quarrel, cry, and weep,
Fragile heart, secrets she must keep.
She carried the weight of connection unasked,
Mediator for idol in a storm too vast.
Paths diverged, and blocks appeared,
Social walls, distance, and fear.
Idol chose freedom, stepped away,
Leaving the Seeker to find his own way.
He saw the truth, his heart unbent,
Love does not die, it lives, content.
It sits in the brain, touches the heart,
Though worlds apart, it does not part.
Obsession faded, respect remained,
No force, no breach, no trust strained.
He let go, both the Bridge and Idol,
Yet in quiet corners, the love was real.
The stars whispered of fate and time,
Of Rahu’s pull and Saturn’s climb.
Lessons of patience, restraint, and grace,
Embedded in the triangle’s sacred space.
He built his life, strong and true,
PhD, writing, ambitions anew.
No longing could bind him, no desire enslave,
He walked with courage, steady and brave.
Freedom cherished, for her and for him,
Life flowed onward, shadows grew dim.
Love eternal, waiting in mind and heart,
A flame undying, though they’re apart.
The triangle taught him life’s true art:
Desire must bow to duty’s chart.
Boundaries honored, ethics clear,
Love persists, yet respects all near.
The heart remembers, yet moves on,
Rivers of longing meet the dawn.
Past loves linger like gentle streams,
Mingling with the future, guiding dreams.
Paths may diverge, yet the flame stays near,
Silent, eternal, without force or fear.
In every step, the Seeker grows,
Through loss, restraint, and life’s repose.
The triangle closes, yet lessons remain,
A map of desire, duty, joy, and pain.
Love never dies, it simply waits,
Touching hearts, opening fates.
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