I am back to my blog, after a long long time. Not that I haven't had anything to write but just that I found a pen and my diary to be more comforting for sometime. Typing takes away quite some charm from writing.
So I was wondering, about this word called "love". This often used and over-used and abused word. "Love".
Love is a poetry that needs no words.
It is the river flowing somewhere deep in the forest,
All you can hear is the gushing water.
It is the moon veiled in wisps of white,
All you can see is the pure white beams in the lake.
Love is the dew on the morning rose,
A drop of priceless, pure joy.
Love is a song that the nightingale hums,
A wordless magic woven at night.
It is the memory of a giggle from past,
All you can see is the smile it now brings.
It is the reason you stand by the window and wait,
All you can see is the mist of your breath on the pane.
It is joy, it is pain,
Hope, disdain...
It is beauty, this love... ah love...
The soul of my life,
All the hues on my canvas,
All my smile, all the tears...
Love, ah love.
Dancing in the first rain, letting the cool drops reach through to my heart...
Love is the paper boat i made as a kid...
