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Obsession:
That is what I call it,
For no other name would suffice;
As strange as it may seem,
There is no other go,
Than to be obsessed.
2
In love, there are no games,
But she plays,
As if,love was,
Her own game
3
There was not a day,
When I did not look forward,
To her coming;
And when she did,
I lost all,
And became a loser
4
I used to believe,
In me and my self;
But there remains,
Not a shred,
Of that belief,
Or of me.
5
Day and night,
I fought my mind’s plight;
But all it wanted to do,
Was think of her,
And I knew,
That I was fighting,
A lost battle.
6
She took me by a storm,
And I shook like a frail leaf;
There was nothing I could do,
Than watch myself,
Being trodden by her lotus feet.
7
The fragnance of her thoughts,
Fills my heart,
And there is no longer room,
For anything else,
Other than her.
8
By my heart,
By my self,
She has me;
And I know not,
What I shalst do.
9
Like the captive,
Who fell in love,
With the captor,
I am bound by her,
Within and without,
And I seek no release.
10
She seems to see me not,
And I lay at her feet,
Pleading for a glance,
That could save me,
From this torture
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In the depths of her eyes,
Do I see the door,
To my transcendance:
Of transcending to,
A world beyond the mundane,
Beyond the torture,
Of the innumnerable days and nights,
That have passed.
Now I am lost;
I see no beginning, no end;
Nor do I want to;
For I want to be lost,
Lost without an identity,
So that all that remains,
Is her.
She did to me,
What the Divine,
Does to the devotee:
She made me her,
And I am no more;
Ah, Love! Don’t you see,
What you have made of me?
You still hide away, my love,
You still hide away;
I desperately sink in my own tears,
And my heart melts at the slightest flutter;
Ah! Love, what have you made of me?You did come and show me you sweetness,
And depart, like a shadow at night,
Niether did I know you come,
Nor did I know you leave;
But you have left within me,
A vast space voided,
Voided of yearning,
Which only you can fill. This denial, O, my Love,
Not long can I stand;
My heart sobs away, relentlessly:
An unceasing call to thee. Come, my Reason,
Come to this deprived soul,
And rain your mercy,
On this parched self.
When the dawn appears, I shall not be.
Because the dawn that shall appear, will be the dawn of Love; and in Love there is niether me nor thee. Ah! sweet love, why this play of hide and seek ? Come and I shall embrace you; flow over me and render me formless, like thee.
My heart jumps with joy, at your farthest call,at your slightest whisper. Call me and I shall follow thine sweet voice, through hills and vales, through darkness and light, through day and night.
When you first touched me with that sweetness of yours, I had known that all those years of callousness had been wasted. But then, you have eluded from me for quite a long time; come O, Love, give me that which I yearn for; give me that, for which I may die for.
