Poems

My reasons are blind,
And so is my mind,
But my love is wise,
And my heart so kind.

My ego wants to conquer all,
But my love wants to lose,
My heart wants to fall,
But my mind wants to refuse.

This world is so mean,
It knows not what through I been,
For you I would have committed in,
Even if it was a sin.

But now time is so less,
For me to say yes,
And to confess,
The cruse that was the bless.

Though desires were so dear,
But I have to fear,
As end is approaching near,
And distance yet so unclear.

So, my dear, we will reunite again,
Under the thunder, lightning, or in the rain,
Or through the midst of wild hurricane,
But with the love the same.

My dear, we will meet again,
In some another plane,
By another name,
Yet with the love the same.
~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha