To love someone is torture

Because we worry about the future—

This moment not big enough to contain our love;

This moment too small to contain wanting someone

Again and again and again.

When I talked to you,

It was only to read your mind.

We are helpless when we love someone;

It is so important for our lover to be kind.

We must find out, and the only way to find out

Is to get inside their mind.

Impossible! So the body must do.

My desire—pity my desire!—is sadly chasing the infinity of you.

Pictures are better; and, better still,

When you don’t look at the camera; you are beautiful

In the oblivion of yourself, looking upwards, at a future state

Of sweet drift, where nothing is heavy or locked; not a shadow, not a doubt, not a gate—

You, floating to me for a kiss, eyes finding mine, smiling, saying, darling, I know why you are late.









  1. Waheed Uz Zaman Tariq said,

    December 3, 2015 at 6:30 pm

    Love is future
    Future is love

    So well written by the finest poet of our times.

  2. Andrew said,

    December 4, 2015 at 11:27 pm

    Now I’m really wondering –
    who is this Indo-Persian princess that has repeatedly graced your posts?

    She is stunningly poetic.
    Don’t tell me you Googled her…

    (PS: the poem is OK – but needs more RHYTHM)

    • thomasbrady said,

      December 4, 2015 at 11:50 pm


      Yes, she is stunningly poetic.

      She’s a very nice person, a poet, and a friend.

      Yes, the rhythm is stretched out in the poem. I see what you mean. I like it, though.


  3. Anonymous said,

    December 6, 2015 at 9:12 pm

    Its when Love is Unfulfilled is when It is Complete
    Its when Love is drifting is when the Calling is Deep
    its not an Tigers roar of Love but a reptilian creep
    entwining our senses and our adrenalins to discreet…
    Love never was Won in a Battlefield.
    Love never was Conquered in the Emperor’s Crown
    It was just when she Danced with you in her Red Gown
    Time cannot Kill Love
    Time cannot delay Love
    Time is what Defines the destiny of Love…
    So its never late an arrival of Love or a departure..
    when the mind is truly possessed…..
    Its just a small effort to break those shackles and rush to meet Love…

  4. Anonymous said,

    December 6, 2015 at 9:12 pm

    Anindya Baksi, India

  5. thomasbrady said,

    December 6, 2015 at 10:52 pm

    Well, Anindya. Love is destined and triumphant, yet humble, in your view. I think you are right—and I feel it, too. At least when I was reading your poem, I felt it! It filled me with gladness to read it! Thank you.

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