WATER OF LOVE

I shape my palm like a bowl

And hold a bit of  water of love

I feel it’s coolness,I can see it quiver

I can see self reflections, as I stand by the river

There’s so much of it, and so less I can hold

As the river of love flows on..

With a million miseries untold

I can’t take a grip of you..

You’ll escape from my fingers

Yet , you’ll stay as long as I hold you

And your presence is bound to linger

You could take the shape of anything

You can make wet almost everything

But no one could really capture you..

You flowed away to someplace new

In my moist palms you remain remnant in time

Of the water of love that I thought was just mine

But now I find you are free and divine

Expectations led to agonies…

And those agonies were just mine

You are free to come…and you are free to leave

While I remain an empty vessel waiting to hold you..

With my humble hands of belief

There’s so much of it, and so less I can hold

As the river of love flows on..

With a million miseries untold