LOVE’S TRUE TASTE

Aroma from a liquid soul’s enchanted flow

gets soaked in drops of sweat on my hearts’

wounded   petals  with scars etched on them 

by arrows from a God  who Himself 

fell in in love

 with my love and did every harm to me possible

and laughed at the magnificent ruins of my emotions

that lie scattered like the stray stones at Konark

lamenting over a similar lost glory --

 of a nation constanly embattled by a unmitigated penury ;

How can I swim against time’s fury

and not do what I should, in an absolute hurry?

Who will tell what should I do

to relieve this burgeoning agony ?

Should I drink and try to forget

the aroma of her jasmine soul

that tantalizes me now and then,

in my blood and vein

like an intimately inimical but sweet pain,

turning me still more patient in wait

for the  fixed final journey,

deep into the chasm of my Lord’s eyes

Where the true taste of love lies .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 15.02.15