Poem - A Love Supreme

Prelude
In company of a love extravaganza and more
Um, some folk wear you down, wear you down with their big-heartedness and insanity, all rolled into one
(God, help me... the cosmos tries my patience)
Stranger in a strange land, honestly
They speak, live and will die for love, these insatiable folk
It inspires you, and makes you come alive, like Mr. / Ms. Wild child, if you will
Yet coldness rules my very being despite the mirth that it brings with it
(Blame it on the past that baffles me more than ever)
Love is all you need, right
And I forge ahead towards the horizon where that ever-elusive "dream" lies
A love supreme, perhaps

Tainted Love and soul-weariness
Independence is my birthright, theirs is to explore 'love' for a lifetime
In all its fullness, yet there's a vacuum that we fill in each other's presence
(10.9 seconds and all that jazz blah blah)
The "darkness" remains my defense, yet theirs is to reach for the light
While not fully knowing whether or not they'll find what they're looking for
Ignorance is bliss, or is it?

All this analysis is good, superhuman qualities and all
And I find myself wanting to do more for them
(Tear down the walls… so I can be me, so I can be me)
For all their maniacal simplicity, and their seemingly maddening insolence
Being superhuman is tasteless, pointless and plain delusional
(Yes, I'm smarter but they, in their limited understanding, know what it is to "live fully" despite all odds)

Love is all you need, perhaps
I need something more, really
More like a miracle, perhaps
Tainted love, Depeche Mode-style, overwhelms me
Has left my soul weary in search of
A love supreme

A Love Supreme
That wicked smile, and you thrive on the rudiments on 'physical love'
Will you ever tire of 'passion', my young ones?
And pay a visit to my world, ruled by logic and the day-to-day reality that I juggle with?
Preying on these innocent souls who can't help but express depravity
Do I need to be your scribe to all these events?
Do I really care?
I do… but maybe, not enough

Bite me (apart from all those endearing terms), you say (pun intended)
And invite me into your parlor
Like the hapless and flattered fly
Yet you show so much admiration, daring and positivity
For what I do

And I'm so compelled to return the favor
In cash or kind, if I could find it within me to do so
(Maybe the former, maybe the former but that's all I can do for now)
I don't understand your life's dance but am too preoccupied
My Life is but a mirage of work, responsibility and just playing the part of the proverbial 'adult'
But you light up my life
As you always have, and always will
Maybe, love is all we need
(Maybe, a day to live through your eyes will do)

Love lessons, maybe that's the way out
I don’t know, the ability to woo someone with the confidence of Casanova, Don Juan or all the great lovers
Blame it on my “kidney” rather sarcastically, and may I raise a toast to your continued criticism
Because I’m tired of making people’s jaws drop these days
All I ask for is a worthy opponent
A love supreme

Honestly, awake the ‘sleeper’ in me under your tutelage
It’s going to take a miracle, it seems
To find a ‘love supreme’…

Love lessons, revisited
I watch them seemingly self-destruct albeit in a blaze of glory
For nothing else will do, this is who they are
Yet they rise again like the mythical “Phoenix rising”
To try again, to live again
For Life is about love and friendship
Without it, we always seem the poorer

To fight for love if they must
Against all odds
To find a love supreme
Nothing else will do

And this is what inspires me
To take love lessons, if you will
In that seemingly futile effort
To find a “love supreme”
Unconditional, spiritual, inspiring yet human all the same…