Read Poem: Mortal Love, by Jayanta Biswas

#love #relationship #friendship #pain #philosophy #spirituality

I could never think
In my remotest thoughts
That we would turn up like this.
The sweetness of friendship
And the fragrance it promised
All the smooth rides
Would be interspersed with
Hiccups in the endeavour
To be kept tied up to the other
Once thought indispensable.
Even with defenceless doubts
And dogged disbelief
And shades of mistrust
We would just hang on to comply
With sporadic force and waning vigour
And the demand of decided routine.

If dream is everything
And thoughts are its recognition
What this waking state means!
Or this special awakening?
It is certainly not a wait
That you will still want breath
To catch hold of you
In its dubious present!
It is by no means
An impossibility
That you will remain helpless
And alone in the night.
This is within your very capacity
To keep the communication going.