WHAT IS LOVE?

Not the temporary flood of emotions
Not the sensual cravings of the body
Nor the games of pursuit and capture that men and women play like children
It is a sensation yet inadequately expressed so...
A joy a sorrow, a pain, a pleasure, all rolled in one
The feeling of being a part of something …
But, elusive intangible
If I were to describe it …
It would be…
The colors of the sun at sunset all merged in one another …
Each ray, an identity itself but never separate
The big ocean …each wave a force in itself,
but never the tide alone


If I say what my soul doth say…
It is the feeling of being cherished without reason
Without any need
Nor greed
To give without receiving
The readiness to plead and never think what one has lost
The feeling of growing higher
And spreading
The feeling of being enveloped but yet enveloping
Of developing, of continuously evolving


It is the biggest disillusion
The biggest torment of them all
Searched for it high and low…
Looked everywhere
And found an ocean of it inside me
And so I gave and gave
But never heard a call in return
Never heard the merest whisper
And still it is there
Somewhere ……