Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Love is the cradle of truth



The truth in your eyes finds communion with the love in my heart;
A thousand words may miss their mark, yet a glance dutifully plays its part.
A child crawls out of his cradle at your very sight,
The man loses his well-practiced battle without a fight.
Like a wife you become the strength of my spine,
Like a mother you refuse to give in to my cry and whine.

Love finds its true embodiment in your being,
And fails in my expression - whether I dance, write or simply sing!
How brilliant is your sense of equanimity - in moments of sadness as well as joy,
You urge me to grow, even as you compliment my progress and goad me to enjoy!

These words flow out of me in gratitude to your love that comes unasked,
As my tribute to you, my prayer and my self unmasked!

Today, Love found Truth in our hearts!

4 comments:

  1. Wow ! you write so well. Its a beautiful poem.. Applause!!!

    Thanks for putting this picture up.. it very special to me.. and thanks for making our trip to boon so special..

    Hugs
    Madhu

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    1. Thank you, Madhulika.
      It is amazing how one simply connects with people one has never met before.
      I loved having you both over!
      See you soon. :)

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  2. Nice poem Pankaj!
    Indeed 'love' takes its own time and chooses its own situations to be best portrayed. :)

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    1. Oh, what do I speak of love!
      The games that the mind and the heart play in their eternal romance!
      Anyway, thank you. :)

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