osho
11-07-2011, 10:07 AM
Metaphors and allusions packed ideas
Baked in the warmth of thought
Frozen in the arctic zone of society
The lovers still keep going unbridled
For the wire that connects them is muffled
But the imagery and assonance
Cannot parcel the pearls of ideas
That cascade unreservedly from heart to heart
The expression running short of words
Become limped
One half goes spoken
The other hushed up
Between these phrases they hug
And their bodies speak up
Wirth the flash of passion passing through them
Everybody understand what is said
And the lovers alone can feel the unspoken
That is why for the common man
The language of love is always deceiving
Baked in the warmth of thought
Frozen in the arctic zone of society
The lovers still keep going unbridled
For the wire that connects them is muffled
But the imagery and assonance
Cannot parcel the pearls of ideas
That cascade unreservedly from heart to heart
The expression running short of words
Become limped
One half goes spoken
The other hushed up
Between these phrases they hug
And their bodies speak up
Wirth the flash of passion passing through them
Everybody understand what is said
And the lovers alone can feel the unspoken
That is why for the common man
The language of love is always deceiving