Love
Surreal and subjective,
Elates hearts and desires,
Flames dreams and passion,
Reverberates emotions,
Glides high when new and happy
With scintillating eyes
And a radiant beam.
Wrapped in the bubble,
Of loyalty and benevolence,
Of faith and honesty,
Of blinded trust,
What a virtue it is
Can it ever die, once ignited?
Ever?
Ever?
……………Over to you, dear reader.
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glides high when new and happy....so true....beautiful lines dipanwita....
ReplyDeleteHey Sunaina. Glad you liked it. Thank you for dropping by dear. :)
DeleteWhat is love ?
ReplyDeleteA question that intrigues.
A zephyr...
Gentle, soothing,
Balm for the soul,
Is this love ?
Or this grandiose emotion,
The grist of much folklore..
Is it this surge of joy ?
Heart a racing,
And face on fire..
Or this tempest,
Wreaking havoc,
The green eyed monster on a jamboree..
Sometimes so mendacious,
Leaving one and all forlorn.
Love is at times,
Intrepid, intransigent..
Surviving against all odds.
Love like life,
Is intangible, ephemeral,
But for life and the alive,
Love is integral.
Wow!! This is awesome. What an ode to love. Loved it Neena Aunty
DeleteThanks Dipanwita. You did throw the ball into my court -readers, couldn't resist the temptation.
ReplyDeleteGlad u didn't resist. I got to read your beautiful thoughts on one surreal emotion. :)
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