By Devoshmita Chatterjee
From the old wrinkly books to the most modern philosophies.
We found many answers and different, difficult prophecies.
About a complex emotion.
So,tell me my dear.
Does your heart beat out of love?
Or just out of natural motion?
Is love a complex emotion?
Tell me my dear.
Is love nothing but homesickness?
For the home that you know nothing about?
Don't know where the kitchen sink is?
Don't know where the books are?
Don't know where the ink is?
Wanderers in vibrant saffron.
Some in scents of sandalwood.
Some covered in ashes.
All singing the glories of someone,
They have never seen.
Craving for a land of some kind,
They have never been.
All these nuns in white or black.
Holding their rosaries.
Waiting for the touch,
That they have never felt.
Longing for the hands,
That they have never held.
Whirling dervishes,
spining and spining
In their own spirituality.
In hopes of finding the one,
Who spins the thread,
Of their individuality.
Tell me my dear.
Is love nothing but destruction?
Sacrifice and surrender?
Destruction at once and
Sometimes bit by bit.
Like in this world we see,
The soldiers let their peace kill them.
The sand let ocean take him away,
At every single visit.
The revolutionaries let freedom cage them.
Papers and pages scattered in the head.
Does blood spills in history like love does?
Too much knowledge made scientist bled.
Tell me my dear.
Is love realisation of indistinction?
At one corner of the world,
With the strength of a blazing sun.
Meera declared that,
Upon chanting his name,
She became him, the dark one.
As one story suggest humanity.
That Christ and his father were one
And for the sins of their people.
No one else was there to blame.
Are you and your love the same?
Like Rumi had claimed,
He searched for God and found himself.
Searched for himself and found God.
Have you ever found your love as your Lord?
On conclusion, I wanted to find out,
Meaning of this complex emotion.
Tell me my dear.
Is love nothing but a devotion?