Love beats Logic
Love! Oh my God!
Is like a sword,
for which I keep an armor,
just as a safety measure.
Always used to wonder,
How can girls and boys wander
helter-skelter in an illusory world,
finding the Mr. or Miss Right, in everyone?
Unknowingly, making it a second nature,
to probe into every character.
Suddenly, something shrieks and shouts
Eureka!Eureka!GOSH! that was your heart!!
Heart! Yes, the main culprit
in throwing you off your cockpit,
and leaves your top floor empty,
with your heart doing all the thought processing.
Phew! There is a sudden inflow of emotions,
Love, acting as the poisonous potion,
Slowly drowning you in muck,
Ultimately, adding you to the list of mental wrecks!!
My heart was all thankful
To the power, we call as Supernatural,
For beatifying my little life
With logic to help me, not attain that deplorable plight!
I was all jubilant and exuberant,
Till one day, when there was a flow of current
That passed through my nerves and capillaries, which were all fine,
Sending an unexplainable chill through my spine!!
Phew! It left me all numb,
speechless and dumb;
knew not, what to do,
With whom to talk and whom to shoo?
I was in a trance,
Soon realized, had no chance
As have been struck by the lightening,
And saw my beautiful world shattering.
Add to my laments,
This man was equally adamant;
No reason could loosen his grip,
No logic could dissuade his progressing step.
Each step made him confident
Of ensnaring me into his web;
Surely he achieved success,
Taking advantage of my mental unrest.
But…now, I won't be unfair and unjust
By curbing my urge to confess
About my new found experience
Of trust, security and respect in abundance.
Love! Oh my God!
Is truly a sword,
That ripped apart my so-called logic
Saved my life from being hollow and tragic.
With an overwhelming heart
I thank you God,
For now I am loved and possessed
For what I am and what I can offer.
There is no imposition,
of my undergoing transformation
To suit his myriad needs
So as to condition me for his friends and family.
The envelope of unconditional
bountiful, pleasurable, and the blissful,
clenching him and me together
In the consecrated world of ‘LOVE’.
by Jaishrie Bhattacharya
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