Love is probably the commonest word we are accustomed to hearing in our fleeting life. I'd say, clichéd too. Yet many a time, it has more meaning than our entire existence; like even after we'll wither away from this blue planet, this phrase, that we murmured shyly into someone's ears, will continue to echo through the wilderness. The perpetual kiss, that a mother planted on her child's forehead, keeps glowing in the dark, is nothing but an emblem of love. The tiny paw prints that follow you, and the licks that your furry friend gave you, are bits of love. The kisses that drain the delirium out from beneath your skin, and you can taste eternity in the other person; that's love indeed. We can capture it in a single stroke of the clock, and it'll effortlessly liberate our caged hearts.
Love can be breathed in and out in a matter of moments, and yet survive for eons. This abstract amorphous thing can make one invincible; all-powerful and at the same time the most vulnerable, and fragile. It can be found in the most intricate crevices, the forsaken barren places, in loneliest towns, in glamorous cities, in scariest dungeons; in every single place, where life can bloom, love can flourish.
Our life spans may be confined to a handful of decades, but the love we ever exchange isn't, it'll continue to thrive, even when we're wiped off from the face of the world. The inevitable mortality we're born with can be easily overcome with the everlasting power of love. Love is the only omnipotent being among us. Yet, we're so afraid to impregnate ourselves with it. We chose insecurities and fights, wars and violence, bloodshed, and grenade. Isn't it ridiculous?
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Wavering Starlight
Poésiemy emotions are bubbling through my veins, stars with love, and darkness with pains, here am I with pen between my teeth, and a rustic paper drenched in my ink, letting all my emotions sink... welcome to a poetic voyage to my world !
