Love is a Product

[mazHur]

Love is a Product

by mazHur



wipe off your tears, baby
I cannot see these dewy pearls
trickle down your rosy cheeks
with no one near to kiss them
and make your impala eye
gleam with the joy of love


worry not, my dear
you will surely fall in love one day
you will suffer trance any moment
your love has not yet ascended
more than a few rungs up
on the ladder of kundalini


'think not, my sweet,
thinking sends young people to grave''
Move and act in this living world
tiny shrubs and rushes won't shade you from sun
take shelter under an elm or an oak
Or, leave something for the fate to decide.


'there's a time for everything,' baby,
the freshness of your youth and beauty
is just for a day in the realm of life
only the lucky ones see the starry evening of life
the aspirations of youth or beauty swim in the void


take heart, my young little friend,
you are not shallow, mean or braggart
you are a normal business woman like others,fine-
calculating your profits and losses
in bargains of love and lovableness
nothing is extra-ordinary in your mind.

.............

[blp]

Harsh but fair. :D

[mazHur]

thanks
this is how 'love' goes,,,,,,,,,today!
best

[SleepyWitch]

nice!
but do you mean product as in a commodity to be sold and bought or "the number you get by multiplying two or more numbers in mathematics" :confused:

[mazHur]

nice!
but do you mean product as in a commodity to be sold and bought or "the number you get by multiplying two or more numbers in mathematics" :confused:

thanks, SleepyWitch

I mean't to say that 'love' , especially in these times
has become like a business bargain where lovers do not wish to be losers in the deal. In other words, both men and women lovers, unlike the 'true lovers' Romeo and Juliet, King Edward VIII, etc, opt for the best in love as if it were a commodity having preference over other of its kind. Darwin, broadly speaking , called it ''the survival of the fittest''

[SleepyWitch]

ok.
i found these lines kinda scary

'think not, my sweet,
thinking sends young people to grave''
Move and act in this living world
tiny shrubs and rushes won't shade you from sun
take shelter under an elm or an oak
Or, leave something for the fate to decide.
they kinda remind me of some superficial people I know who drift through life like this and are all about action and no thinking. like they rush from one relationship to the next, or one stage of their life to the next, without ever reflecting. and what's scariest, they don't even seem to be aware of it. dunno if that's what you intended.

[mazHur]

ok.
i found these lines kinda scary

they kinda remind me of some superficial people I know who drift through life like this and are all about action and no thinking. like they rush from one relationship to the next, or one stage of their life to the next, without ever reflecting. and what's scariest, they don't even seem to be aware of it. dunno if that's what you intended.

Enjoy reading these poems by the classic poet Robert Herrick

Be My Mistress Short or Tall

BE my mistress short or tall
And distorted therewithall
Be she likewise one of those
That an acre hath of nose
Be her teeth ill hung or set
And her grinders black as jet
Be her cheeks so shallow too
As to show her tongue wag through
Hath she thin hair, hath she none
She's to me a paragon.

Note: If men can think that way why not women???


AND

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And the same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

Robert Herrick

Note: Girls must not waste their time (and lives) in endless search of their ideals.

[SleepyWitch]

Note: Girls must not waste their time (and life) in endless search of their ideals.
yep, that's the overall sense your poem conveyed to me, but the stanza I quoted struck me as bit ambivalent.
heheh, "be my mistress short or tall" is hilarious :lol:

[mazHur]

Okay, let me explain the stanza which seems to have 'scared' you,,,,,,

Generally young women hold that age is a hindrance in matters of love. The stanza just goes to express that age shouldn't be a bar to love, if it is true love.
And, as a bit of advice to young naive girls who lose their scent and just die in pursuit of their less-aged ideals, it may be wise for them to love and settle down with more-aged people. In any case one doesn't know who will die first--the young or the old? On this you may like to read Poe's Annabel Lee