Love's labor

Words are simple
When uttered.
Words are painful
When applied.
One simple word pleases
And eases someone.
Same simple word kills
And hurts another.
My love is an ocean.
Unfathomable is the depth.
My love for her
Would not allow me to differ.
So also my love for her
Would not allow me to wither.
Like a sin that one eschews
I stealthily conceal desires.
Dreams galore and buried
deep inside.
My body will be buried or burnt
One day or another.
But my soul would
Carry the dreams all over
Like the fragrance of the
Blossom spread in the air.

( Last year i was waiting in the lounge of Delhi Airport on my way to  Bhopal. A boy sitting nearby was in tears. I asked for reason. Heartburn as his love failed. I wrote this for him and he sent this to his love. He was waiting for her reply, fingers crossed. I could get his pain. But till we departed nothing came from her side, he lamented)