Twenty Two!

Love.

Sometimes I question what love is
I wonder if it makes you feel insufficient?
Is it what we read in the books?
Or what we watch on mega size screens?
The pure, unadulterated
The goodness to mankind?
Where does our faith lies in?
In some concept of love
That we have never experienced
But judge?
Is it another word for extreme hardships,
That we bring upon ourselves?
Or is it in the Understanding of one other
With no words said?
But arent the men from mars?
The females from venus?
How do they understand one another?
I wonder if this process wasn't as complicated as we believe
What if this was simple
For a layman
Like me?
How would it have been then?
No rules
Just two people
No pressure
No intense drama
Where one doesn't simply wonders
But try to experience
Just for the sake of it
Because it was that simple.
Everyone would want a piece of it.
A piece of what we've already read
But never experienced.
Where one didn't worry about expectations
Or rules barred
The feelings controlled and calm
Driven out of soul
As well as mind
The restlessness suppressed
Surpassed by the calmness
But that wouldn't have been love
Now would it?
Because in our definition of love
We live for headaches
And heartaches
For what we call as Love
In our version,
Of the woven couple
We portray as perfect.
And then discard the effective theory
Of what love would have been
For the sake
Of the concept we've nurtured.