LOVE IS MORE PAINFUL THAN LABOUR-PAIN

Ecstasy of love is too exotic to define
and phathomless to understand

airs brings romance and euphoria
life seems absorbing beautifull
challenges fickle down as if of paper

down to the tips of your being
it's simmering with relevance
with or without
you either forget the God
or realise Him to the extremes

I remember Nirala's words
"Lord Krishna I have happen to visit your place, the paths were full of spiny shrubs, it tore my teeth to the last. The bleeding and pains were more soothing as it reminded me of you"
And horrible he defined
I love the pains than you
as it brings me closer to your love

I hardly understand
the ecstasy of love
I have read in 'Gyane'
of the Labour-pains

At the least
I am sure
Love is more painfull than the storms of pains of labour

but still we love to love
i know
i can't describe
the whys and the what's

may be i love someone
the pains
it never goes
but still i love

i wonder the exotic parlains
and at my nerves

why i love that much
may be i love pains
or
pains brings the reality of love closer to your hearts

i know little
as i love more

source: Dr.Ambika Khanna, shipra.v, neha.c's space, mallika sherawat