love

prologue:

love being a feeling is incapable of being defined in an absolute or universal form. its like a liquid and takes the form of the vessel in which it is poured. its vastness cannot be contained by a mere use of words. being a state of mind and soul there can only be attempts to explain to an individual by comparing with an experience he/she might have undergone.

most of us often understand it by confining it to romantic love and its like. the domain of love is much much wider to be dominated by a singular aspect. it perhaps include everything in some form or the other. on being asked to describe it everyone tends to illustrate only what they would do or what they feel on being in love. its fair enough considering that every individual is unique and capable of feeling differently.

heres an attempt by me to summarise my feelings and understanding of it

love

it is the dreamless sleep
it is the touch of the orange pudding with the tongue
it is the perfect drive towards cover
it is kissing the moist lips of a lover
it is the drive alone at the sunset
it is the smile on a sleeping baby's head
it is the hug from a dear friend
it is the silent appreciation of a father
it is the blind support of a mother
it is the fooling around of a sibling
it is clasping of the finger by the sonny and jumping of the daughter on the tummy
it is a jog in the park and twinkling of a star in the dark
it is sweet as toffee and has an aroma of a coffee
it is the shy smile of a stranger
it is the cool breeze in summer and it is cuddling during winter
it is autumns and springs and the feeling a close game brings
it is the sensation of watching cinema and the awkwardness of a dilemma
it is the ecstasy of a victory and the effort of overcoming a defeat
it is the music of a song and meeting a dear one after long
it is water and wind and it is the fire within
it is the crashing of a wave and the cheese cake after much crave
it is a kind word when feeling down and missing a moment when it is gone
it is relief from pain and it is never loss but always gain
it is the thrill of a mystery and contradiction in a symmetry
it is faith and hope and it is what GOD is to pope
it is life's only goal and it is what heart is to soul
it is you and it is me
it is everything that ever has to be