These poems are glimpses into unrequited love. What is this love? To define love is to constrain an ocean, to fence infinity, or to describe you - simply impossible! Anguish is frequent and bliss rare in my life but many have resulted in poetry.
The question is, has been and shall be; where to pilgrim? Perhaps into the lovers’ embrace? Or, to mount Kailas, looking for the invisible, not-to-be-found Shiva? The dead end-up searching for the non-sublime celestial love only to have the finger pointed backwards to who am I? Written in millions of words and billions of prayers, I too have heard these answers. But like high school math, just the end result is not enough. Let me show you my steps inside.
