Sweetest Sorrow

A Poem by Sarat Chander

Never was such an essence of mystical love…
Ceased my reasonable minds to bow;
So ever were no reasons to weep…
So ever were no treasons, to sleep …
Everything in her heart stood so too deep;
For all , I turned myself so skeptical to solve
The equations of love.. What her fragrant eyes once spoke?
To me, so it mingled in every quantum of my neurons for a while
And so devastating was words of her smile
So..So stating, her voice of God that took me beyond my scientific mile;
It was all … so called near her brow‟s magnetism,
Even my ugliest sands of time stood beautified … For all,
It made myself so to drown near the meadows of atheism;
Wasn‟t there anything in her, so called mortal human words of holy?
Wasn‟t there anything in her so mortal ? so folly;
For all in her mind‟s visage, I saw only a portrait of humanity
A childhood that thrilled and quenched my thirst in its fraternity
Very simplicity of her lips… spoke of her godlier touch of magnanimity;
It‟s all in her vibrant elegance, my heart ever made me to borrow
She left me ever in such a “sweetest sorrow”…
My life never had drowned in such a pragmatic philosophy
Beyond the humanly reasons,
She ever shall remain my everlasting trend;
Even if her maiden‟s beauty fades away to bend…
It‟s all her in smile, I stand at this very end
Even though she wasn‟t my lover, neither not my true friend
Nor my unknown dream girl…
It was all in her swirl… she painted my reality to blend?
In her immortal questions of fantasy.