Love truly knows no bounds
When you take a meandering walk
By the pristine, hyacinth-filled lake,
Witnessing dusty, occupied seats
And amorous, gloating sighs
And stifled murmurs.
You blame yourself, curse yourself
For not having another connect to bliss
When you see those unending rows
Of sweet and salty nothings
Giving way to those unspoken words
Hanging in the air like suspended rain.
After bouts of irritation and envy,
You start seeing the heart’s captive power
To desire, be unloved and keep loving.
In a weird, unexpected way you reach
Those unfathomed depths of knowledge
That are busy stirred up with passion.
And then you come back to the world
Which has become unrecognizable now
Freshness fills the car-fumes
With a tinted, carbonated purity
That envelops your jaundiced being
And makes you want to cry out
“Je t'aime!”
-Rony Patra
Presidency University,
PG-1
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