They call me “Love”

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of life’s heart.

Kahlil Gibran

I overheard them conversing and could feel how broken they were. The wind, the oceans, the leaves, the sky, and man; all had something in common; all wanted to be embraced by “LOVE”…. They were staring at the mirrors and murmuring something.

“Had I known life to be so empty without you, I would not have ever cursed you. You taught me the reality, the hard way, but nevertheless, never left me alone.


I am a love so deep, even the waters would be envious of,
And the skies would be ashamed of,
Their delusion and ego made them try to know how deep am I, thinking they would measure and surpass me with their depths;
And lo, they were amazed to find that I am depth-less,

I am a love so deep, even the ebb and the flow want to be swept away by me and not return empty-handed..
So does the wind as it wants to be freed of the worldly stains which it touches on it’s way from the heavens,

The world can be their way, ever in pain; as they know only I can heal them,
And with that solace in their minds and hearts, they continue committing sins.
Unable to bear the mighty poisons anymore, they long for me, yet they don’t know where am I and get lost in the dusty pathways, some; in the dark mountains, while others in the fields and the unknown marketplaces.

I am made of nothing-ness, yet they said am made of “Love” and titled me with the word “Love”.
I do not mind, as long as they find it solacing and the source of infinite purity and bliss.

I only want them to reach me, though I know they cannot on their own,
Yet I wait to see their longing to be with me,
I wait to see the joy on their faces when they would know I am theirs and they are mine, and nothing can strike us apart,
I long to see the shine on their foreheads when they would know, I have been always with them and they have been always with me, even before something called “Time” existed.
And that, they are not made of something called Love, they are Love itself as the sages would call.

©Debanjalee Sen, 2019

Thank you for reading 🙂

Namaste 🙂

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