The intellect struggles with orderliness
Obsessed with neatly stacked spaces
Within the mind and without
For ease of retrieval and analysis

To induce a sense of logic and rationality
To help you to navigate your life
With precision and calculation
With objectivity and patience

Love on the other hand rushes out, unannounced
From the heart’s inner chambers, unexpectedly
Breaching your dam of intellect
Flooding your mind in gushing torrents

Turning your insides into a heap of rubble
Leaving nothing but destruction in its wake
At its annihilating worst
At its creative best

Which shall you choose and when
Or do you really have a choice
Can love ever be of your own making
Or does it happen without your thinking

Which is greater and when
Who shall tell
Whoever has the wisdom
To save you from sweet hell

Subir Chakraborty / 20th Aug 2019