It's not love,
Until it consume you whole-
Like the blue sphere,
That encloses the entire planet;
And dissipate agape,
In your blood,
To wash your heart,
And to Cleanse your soul;
To reflect the image of pain,
During those dark nights,
When the frail moon refuses-
To unveil itself,
And you're left with nothing,
But with the debris of-
Yourself.
Ah! This love;
You lived with it,
To die within it,
To satiate the love;
Gushing in you,
Pumping the Elixir,
To the faintly beating heart!

~~BARSHA KUMAR

- BARSHA KUMAR