A Four Letter word Called LOVE--- PART 2

A Four Letter word with many a synonym….
But still nobody tells me what does ‘THIS’ LOVE mean?
The quest in me pulled the trigger…
And the bullet went to a ‘BETTER’ saint for answer.

“What do you think” he asked,
“Well, 1+1=3, sometimes more” my intelligence basked...
“Few questions,” That was him, “May clean your perception.
Love is not such a simple mathematical equation”

“The first question. Your first Infatuation?”
Me” The maths teacher I went for tuition!”
He giggled, “U learner, she teacher, anti poles.
So, Love not Maths… but Physics, Dirty Laws of Attraction…”

“And did she bother you with her anatomy..."
Surprised Me, Cool He, “so love is also botany...
Gastric imbalance and so a Chemical reaction...
The formulas of chemistry in action...

“Senses don’t work and Brain always foggy”
Surprised Me, Cool He Smiling, “Love is also Zoology,”
I, “Whats in your Heart... Do you say LOVE is a science in short?”
He, “No, Love is a art”, Me “What”?????????????????????

He showed me a painting abstract…
I perceived that to be confusion by heart…
“Bother to see you will find a Soul”
I bothered, but tough, “Yes I do”, I fooled.
He smiled and moved, So Love is an art, do I conclude?

And to my shock he. “Love is thy, I know u fooled, “
“And not Lie but true,
Many a synonym.... Many a Meaning...
But..... Still nobody tells me what does THIER LOVE mean?”
For a change ---- This time It was he and not me….

A Four Letter word Called LOVE--- PART 1

A Four Letter word with many a synonym….
But still nobody tells me what does this LOVE mean?

From Adam and Eve days to the Arabian Tales…
Romeo’s Juliet lives still ... and Cleo’s venom still kills...
Kingdoms Died… Godly Secrets and Davinci codes born...…
But still nobody tells me what does this LOVE mean?

Souls Shared ... Hearts teared… Deaths Kissed…Sleeps missed...
Hours of belonging is like a dose - wanting more and more….
Seconds of separation is a pain deeply boreD.
But still nobody tells me what does this LOVE mean?

He thanks thy “Miser! Stingy hips”
She thanks thy “Mine blessed! Six abs pack.”
Rest thank thy- BLESSED inner self, LOVE is blind, God giggles…
But still he doesnt tell me what does this LOVE mean?

Colours recoded, inner secrets decoded,
A valentines day born.. (Urgency wanted 14.3 to b 14.2)
Love punished and a Childrens day born… (Urgency forced a 14.11)
But still nobody tells me what does this LOVE mean?

Un seen faces lost... And then the sound of death songs...
In Love… Communication highways not very long.
Reality Strikes…Shattered images of Celluloid pose alike...
Desires Crash… Losers more and winners less….

Undefined LOVE still wins and lives.
Many a synonym.... Many a Meaning...
But..... Still nobody tells me what does THIER LOVE mean?

Let the Reason be MY LOVE

There have been wars before and my words have blown away all warriors…
But never before in a battle ground … have I looked for saviors.

I have believed am destined to rule… and to conquer all hates…..
Why here my destiny fooled…. Oh! Is today a date with the fate.

I rely on my sword to save me on this date of being hated…
Will your word of love save you from the doors of death being greeted….

As your venomous tongue kiss my lips… the ones to have won wars for my world…
The Magic of my words have failed me… in this battle for you oh! my Bird.

I rely on my sword to save me and to die another day..
And…only the word of love will save you. Dear! Whats your say?

Don’t hate me for that word… which saw my sword behead the one you loved..
But love me for the reason…… and let the reason be love..that Love ..... My Love.

The North Star

Far below my eyes she stands,
Alone on the shore,awaiting...
far away from her but below there…
I see her man lost in his sail….

His hopes in the lashing blues...
His eyes on the guiding me...
His prayers not wanting,
to lose me in a black engulfing…

He knows at the shore she waits…
He rows faster to reach there before night…
the shore in sight... and below there,
in the two faces, the smiles lost hours before arrives….

Hugging each other...
He looks at me with thanks
She smiles at me with pride…
a long kiss of belonging again...

and jealous I stand...

Do they know my love shys away on my sight…?
To run away at dusk….
And return at the dawn only after I am gone…
Neglecting my love… For aeons…

My blues are still… unlike the one flowing below…
I stand amidst… and he hides in the shore…
At dusk lonely I arrive…At dawn lonely I await…
No one to guide… no one to pray… no one to row…

For the ones who love and their loved ones on shore
I am the Hope… and I too Hope…
Oh! My SUN engulf me in your love…
Don’t leave me with tears and fears…

I can’t live alone as a Sailor’s NORTH STAR…

The Weed and the seed

Watered by your Love

Nurtured in your care,

I was blooming all green…

Awaiting the day to belong…

Watching me daily…

Wanting to walk along…

Desperate eyes speaking beyond love…

I wished the wait is not so long…

Wretched birth and haywire living

Given a meaning….

Life had a purpose…

And I awaited the day to belong…

Wicked fate realized….

When you plucked me and threw aside..

Ohhhh ! Had I bothered to see beside…

The one next to me living civilized…

Watered and nurtured…..

Watching with Love…..

and wanting to belong….

was to this civilized seed…..

Watered all along ….

Mistook to be the blessed…

Chanced tht I was next to the seed…

Forgot I am the Cursed Weed.

Wiped away by the wind

After you Plucked and threw me away…

I see that you water your love again..

Awaiting the day to belong….

Weeping from within ….

I see another fellow birth…

Chanced that he is next to the seed…

Wish to caution him he is also a cursed weed.

I miss my Innocence

I smiled at the full moon who greets me withwarm smile...

as he has been in many summers...

I smile back at him as always as in the past...

The past… that’s when I remembered…

Something I lost …and to regain…something I miss…

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The garden below is in full glow….My eyes move

past Walkers... Chatters…Loners and Lovers…

Past the watching eyes of moms and dads…

Further deep….. Into the playing kids….

With whom once I too played… and so did she…

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The full moon stood bright guarding and watching us play..

I was she and she was me…walking around hand in hand…

I cried in her tears…Her wounds had my pain…

I could kiss, I could hug, and when tired she was my bed…

The moon and all around smiled at our innocence…

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From short hide and seek hours the hide has now been

for years… My eyes seek her through the vastness

of the garden today…The Moon leads my eyes to two buds

worn out and walking back hand in hand…and in the

watching eyes of a mother I see her… smiling at the two innocents.

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I take a few steps down into the garden…wanting to go near...

wanting to hug and wanting to walk with her hand in hand...

As I get near her puzzled eyes I read a Stranger…I look

at the moon who isn’t smiling but shying away behind the clouds.

I realize…. I have lost her. and to regain… I miss my innocence.

She Me & the Stage

The lights of the day has been dimmed.

the Stars and the moon have taken their seats.

The stage is set under the sky in this open theatre.

Its all set to replay a shakespearen script.

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Its the script where you belong,

so be ready the lady lead.

Although I am the lead on the stage,

Its not just a mere mask I will be wearing today.

For I am not acting but living,

and I cant leave this mask back as I leave the stage..

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So what role do I play….

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Do I play the man of love and hatred.

The desire to rule not just the empire - but your heart.

A desire which remained a desire ever.

A yearn which forced to betray...

Its in you I confined.Its you I loved.

Its for you I killed him…

Its your love thru what the world sees a traitor in me….

and the magic of words which made me so noble to be killed.

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I longed for somebody to tell the world the story of my broken heart .

Until Shakespeare happened and thru him I spoke…

That Brutus was not a Brutal man......

but the brutish words and desires ...

and the brutal love for you that lead to my noble end.

But I cannot be Brutus as its only he who loved and not you.

and its he who was killed by the pain and anguish...

as you went to live with the words.

and... I don’t know to betray…So I cannot be Brutus.

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So......... what role do I play?

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Do I play the man you lived with ..

Tasting the Wine and Bread until the last breath..

Sharing the venom of love together until the last gasp.

For its he who had whatever you wanted,

For its he whom the world believed.

“Friends lovers and fellow men”( Forget Romans and Countrymen in the language of love)

Do I play the role of him,

The magician of words, the guardian of rome,

the Passionate diplomat, the Passionate lover…

But...... I cannot be him.

Although I can live with you until the eternal death...

I don’t love to be a loser…

Although I can love you and.. You me…

You had belonged somewhere before,

and the brunt you have left behind will hunt us some day.

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I cannot be your Love Anthem

and so I don’t want to be Anthony.

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So ???......what role do I play?

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The one left is Caesar.

I came, I saw, and conquered..

But I will not die thy brutal death…

I will live with the Pains and Blood stains.

But will not... leave you to be lured and die in the magic of words.

The Marks you have left behind will hurt.

But...... No Mark Anthony can love you as I can..

Its Caesar who lives even today....

Born to conquer, Born to rule,Born to live beyond times.

Who knows,

One day I may rule you. .............

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So the Stage is set, but.......

the script is changed.

Its Caesar who lives and does not cease to exist,

and your love will live with me,

and My love for my dreams and desires will keep me living.

The Moon is gone...Stars gone until the next time...

The Theatre is bright.The Play is over..

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The Mask of Caesar thou stays with me.