The Verse of Love

Posted by prashant on Apr 12, 2012 in Featured, Poetry | 2 comments

I sat down to write the verse of love
What I wrote instead was the verse of lust

An exercise in worship
Turned into a celebration of bodies
An ode to longing
Coalesced into the sweat of passion
The temple of memories
Turned into the cries of ecstasy

What merged into one
Were not only the bodies of two
But the past they had carried within them
What was left of them
Were not the spent ashes of passion
But the future they had given birth to

The lust in nature had spoken for itself
And from the throes of pulsating moments
Emerged words seldom expressed
Words which talked of bodies
But were meant to be taken for the soul all along

I sat down to write the verse of lust
What I wrote instead was the verse of love.

 

P.s: The author of the poem is an odd-ball, doing odds job at odd times. An engineer by qualification, he does everything other than related to the field of engineering.  He, which basically means I as the I am in the habit of referring to myself as some other person, runs a vocabulary gig by the name of www.wordpandit.com and is free enough to take up workshops across North India.