Words are never enough

But as a poor poet, words are all he has. 

They're his brahmastras! He knows that these very words he sends towards his beloved are not real. For they only carry the essence of his reality, his feelings, and his emotions. 

In a world full of absolutes, we have made words for variables and variable constants. In a world of union, we have words like dwaita and adwaita. What a poet he must have been to coin the word: adwaita... I can make love to it all day long... For the closest translation possible is 'One without a second, without another'. What a thought... What an emotion... What bliss he would have felt to come up with an eureka moment when he coined adwaita!

The poet doesn't know what is forbidden love. Just like the five elements and their gods, he doesn't discriminate.

But alas, in a war of love, the poet loses the battle always. Because few words fade away, few words scatter, most of their meanings are lost, their essence is exhausted. His target may move ahead or dodge him. He then resorts to songs. The songs plead with the wind... But the winds of change are too busy. They take their own sweet time. Meanwhile, the songs sweat. They bleed. They dry up along with chapped lips from where they began their journey. 

He yearns to win the war though. And that's why he writes. Trying hard to polish every word in his arsenal, he takes a final look into his quiver. There is an aching heart and a few mantras and tantras scattered around. Words, primordial sounds, and their geometric forms collide together inside his heart and he releases his biggest weapon: himself - naked, nude, and true.

His heavy heart sighs and a salty tear or two escapes his red eyes above. He can barely type with shivering fingertips but that's what he is doing. For he can only love and write. He has not known or learned anything else. He does not know the ways of the world. He does not know how not to love his beloved.

And when a candle shines throughout the dark night, he hopes that finally a dawn will break when his words will eventually reach his beloved goddess. When the goddess will awake and beyond the field of right and wrong, they'll meet. 

Inshallah.