A word of caution to mystic lovers on the danger of consuming their drink in a hurry
Words slip
Limits cross
Rules break
And then,
Reason cries
Insanity smiles
Therefore, take heed
Hey lovers
Swallow not the Love-wine
In a single gulp
If you wish not for
Heart to seize
Senses to freeze
Friends be loot
And sleep be rout
Blood to be tsunami-like
Memory be cyclone-like
Food nor drink
Will you then like
Gold and silver too
Will you un-like
If you wish not
To be insane
Like this lunatic:
Utter words fanatic
A sip at first you have
And then may be again
But imbibe not
All at once
May Lord have mercy
On this lover
Insane indeed
Is what he utters
For, the gush and rush
Of Love
Throws him in
A Pitiless awe
Gold and silver
Appear too trivial
His own soul
Seem just little
Nothing worthy in this world
Nor next
To trade the madness of Love
For a thing other
Jan 13, 2017
