The Paradoxes of Love

 THE UNION

The young birds flutter in the morning sky.
Humming gloriously, as they fly by.

The sweet fragrance of the flowers
Blend with yours;
The grace of your smile deep
I see in many a child asleep.

The Garden is in good health
And the spring is alive
Because of you;
The flowers dare not fade
In front of you.

The shooting star
Grants me a wish
And, silently, I wish…

…for the eternal life
Of the little bud wet
That dwells in your heart;
The scent of which
Comes from your sweat.

THE SEPARATION

The young birds flutter in the morning sky
A tree was flattened nearby.

The pledge of love
Now lies broken;
The color of the flower
Now has softened.

The cloud now not yields
Rain over the parched fields.

You say you are happy
After separation?
The art of lying evades you still
O loved one!

You say you will fight the world
Alone?
You know you only manage
But a child’s tone!

A branch of rose, your memory
Sways as the breeze blows.
Alas! Even my wounds are covered
With the flowers that the spring chose.

From my memory
I plead you to leave
But you have become a habit
And does a habit ever leave?

For the roads of separation
To great depths diverse
The ones who dared to traverse
Are the ones who now lie submersed.

©Vishal Gulati