To Be Held By Love

By Mayank Gupta

How beautiful it is

To be held by love

Their warmth on your body

Like the rays of the sun

On a winter morning.

Their thumb grazing

The back of your hand

Like wild daisies swaying

In a windy hill.

The boundaries of time and space

Dissolve and disappear

Your bodies no more discrete

And you feel young again.

Their hands crisscrossing

Your back

Like the intertwined stalks

Of pink and white bougainvillea

Their sparkling eyes

Like the moon shimmering

In the calm of a lake.

The calmness is contagious

It engulfs you

The same way their lips

Engulf yours.

The head keeps humming

The melody of love

The body becomes a temple

-An abode of life.

Everything loses its meaning

Yet it all becomes

so meaningful

There is no beginning

And no end

No order

No chaos

The room is dark

Yet so radiant

As if ablaze

By a thousand splendid suns

And a million moons.

That beautiful it is

To be held by love

-A hold that liberates.

By Mayank Gupta