Insana Vagabundo

Love

Hello humanity! This is not a poem but just a thought that I wrote down just yesterday. And this was also written during the eerie silent night time. I am a night owl, period. This is about love, love which starts within you. Love is the most common feeling in the world. It has existed from time in memorial. Yet people do not know what love is. The fact is neither do I. Since ages people have given definitions of love. A number of poets, artists have written and expressed their idea of love. And in the vast canvas of the cosmos, this my definition of love.

What is love??

Love is not a feeling which is to be conquered or dominated. Love is more of being and becoming. To be one with the one you love. It can be anyone. Your parents, friends, partner or the most important person in the cosmos, you. Love is not something you search in the vicinity. It can never be found around. But you peek inside yourself, that is love's abode. Even if you love another being, the love will be found inside you. You are love's creator. Inside you nourishes a power which can metamorphose the philosophies and ideologies of life. Now love doesn't have to have a proper definition. Love can be present before you in any emotion that can be perceived. Every feeling that you can think of is a tributary of the river love. If you ponder for a while, you might understand that every emotion is because of love, is because it is attached to love. You feel happy because you have love. You feel sad because you are deprived of love. You feel agitated because you want to conquer love. You feel jealous because the love you want is not yours. But what you forget is that you cannot choose the form of love you desire, the love chooses you.

This is very special to me. I remember when I was a kid, I have always been fascinated with the very idea of love. I fell in love when I was in class six. Had a crush on him for about eight years. Good thing is that he was my neighbour. Still is. I also remember telling my mother to get me engaged at the age of fourteen and then I will marry after four years (the legal age for marriage is eighteen, sigh!!). She never agreed. I don't know why. Since childhood I have considered that love was what existed between lovers. It required two for a love to form and exist. Now that I have grown up a little bit, I have finally understood that love is me. I am love. If I do not love myself, I won't be able to love another, ever. And trust me, when you fall in love with yourself, the world seems a lovely place to live in.
Till then,

Pyaar se pyaar karo.