Young Emotion

The title of my book comes from this love poem, which reflects the various aspects of "Romantic Love"  experienced by a typical teenager, throughout the ages.


YOUNG EMOTION 

“IN love? 
Did you say you're in love? 
I cannot believe it. No, not again. 
What you'd said, is a hackneyed refrain." 
“But 'tis different; this time it's for real. 
Oh I know it from the bubbling zest I feel. 
No more need I keep searching or in quest, seeking or in pursuit, 
For I have found her." 

 “SO sweet 
The daintiest one can ever meet. 
Her lips so warm, so full, so rubious; 
Her eyes enrapture, they're so lustrous. 
As fine as cobweb, her soft silky hair, 
Her face halos with radiance, smooth and fair. 
A beauty exquisite, most elegant, unmatchable and supreme, 
The Pride of my Heart." 

 “BUT wait, 
What became of majestic Margaret? 
It was but a month last you were with her, 
Oblivious to all when you're together 
In the Gardens, theatre or the Drive. 
Did you mention she'd be your wife? 
Those ecstatic moments spent in cuddling, petting, embracing, caressing. 
Then why the Discord. 

“AND then 
You cannot forget heavenly Helen. 
It was during last term I noted 
A popular remark so oft quoted, 
'Where she is, you will always be 
Either in class, field or in the library.' 
She set your heart stirring and whirling, pounding and twirling. 
Till He intervened." 

"TELL me, 
 Can you gather a girl called winsome Winnie? 
Your first and last love that was your proud claim. 
Puzzled? Cannot recollect the name? 
Possible, for she stole both your mind and heart. 
At least that was not a poor start 
In spite of the split and cleaving, breach and parting. 
Farewell to First Love." 

“STOP it 
No more must you list. I prohibit. 
Don't you see that they belong in history now? 
One must advance and forget them somehow. 
We must gaze ahead, never to the past. 
Why bother about the affairs that didn't last. 
Our moods keep on modifying and changing, developing and differing. 
So Adapt to them." 

“Romance 
Can it be so encountered by chance? 
Is it so fleeting, has it no will? 
No inherent force that it can instill? 
Can it just come, then obliterates 
Until with another, it resuscitates? 
Infatuation perhaps, or obsession or passion or craze. 
Certainly not Love" 

"Enough 
Impermanence is not love. 
Its flame of devotion does not flicker and dim, 
It is more sentimental, demure and prim, 
Pure, rich, virtuous and rewarding. 
The heart's feeling but the mind's ruling. 
It must go on sprouting and fostering, persisting and enduring 
And on Forever." 

SILENCE. 
Doubts replaced his smile of innocence. 
"Am I not in love," He snapped the pause, 
"Then why this feeling, this glow. What's the cause? 
"You are, but only with love itself.
Girls of beauty, your weakness. 
Dreams you delve. 
Of love, she is a myth or a vision, an image or a figment. 
Dissolve and forget." 

"CANNOT," 
 He was determined to the dot. 
“Nothing you say can alter my mind 
She is my own, my very kind. 
Soon we'll come to understand each other 
To vow to cherish our love forever. 
We'll never be skeptical or suspecting, doubtful or questioning. 
We shall prove you wrong." 

"P'RHAPS so 
It might bear fruits, who'll know. 
Time is the only factor that can decide 
Under it, the love you have, must abide. 
Last three months or so, you'll be half-won 
If a year, I'll be the stupid one." 

The son in teens saluted and disappeared 
While his father chuckled and stroked his beard.