Poem of Love – Eyes are limited when we open to see the nature but our heart is unlimited when the things are unseen

Eyes are limited when we open to see the naturebut our heart is unlimited when the things are unseencamouflaged thoughts

poem of love

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August 28, 2020 | 809 views

Eyes are limited when we open to see the nature
but our heart is unlimited when the things are unseen
camouflaged thoughts of youthfulness and togetherness
calibrating the power of love, with joyous blinks,
being a part of the leaf, like a drop in the edge
the world is seen encircling around us! Just in a circle
though, the world not enough for us, to enjoy together, and
to fulfill the love and affection sourcing from the dark corner of love

We are no longer suppressed
we are no longer slaves of tradition

Let the magnitude of explosion of love be enough to strengthen us
let the enchantment of the hearts be heard,
but slowly unheard, unhurt and invisible to the dust

If there is a weak, we are all weak, but if there is a strong, we are all strong
stronger than the water and sky
stronger than the strongest emotion in the life
because, we hold a mine of love inside of the deep of the heart!

Seems the nature is blonde, but in fact it is dark, in truth
through brooding of it are vivid and unsure
keeping a riddle of unsaid cliché .

A day spent in purity is well spent in life,
impure is our tradition and attitudinal corruption
can we spent a day in love? But, who defines purity?

The body will last longer till coffin,
the desire will last till tiny pinch of earth,
let’s explore it until the thirst gone.
Until its being dry and become null
unless …

The leaves are up against the wind, but,
the tides are up and swept ashore, but
the words are sharper than knife, but
the eyes are deep to lure as a magnifier
than worms in the sky,

Slowly ,
tongue to tongue to the heart, through the love
tougher world looks mad at people who surpass the ordinary ,
and imprecation are plenty from the world to them
let the pomposity of crush may swim deeper ,for generations
for a transparent render up in the dreams.

the tree is growing , as old, but rejuvenates ….can we?