I lift my pen today To write something Something about which Many a thousand lines Written by many a great people Yet I cannot for sure Define what we call it ‘love’.
Love is not jealous, they say Love is not selfish, they say But the suffocation of evil, Made me seek good. That when I discovered a vapour of love In the malodorous smoke of selfishness and jealousy, I knew then that my heart had long been waiting For this fragrant moisture.
Love is blind they say Love is unbound, they say But the eyes which had long been blinded By emptiness and sorrow, Could today see through the dark flaps of hatred and envy A light of affection that heals my blindness. Yes unbound I was, and beastly so And love today binds me with its gentle hands In boundaries beyond which lies death.
Love is what I longed Love is what I got Love is the question I pose Love is the answer I give Love is why I exist Love is why I shall die Love is all I know, Love is all I do.
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.