We call it love

Have you thought how it feels when you let the first drops of rain kiss your forehead? Have you ever thought how it feels to hold a day old infant in your arms? Have you thought how is it to sit with your friend with not a word spoken? If you ask me to define love, I would never be able to do it. For me getting drenched in the rain is romance, to hold the child in my hands is care and to sit with a friend is the perfect moment. You may say love is a myth. It is all about lust and ‘getting used’ to a particular way or a person. You may say it is a binding which seems forced? You may say it is a method of convenience.

For me love is timeless. For me love is forever. You can be charmed endless times in your lifetime, but you love with all your mind and heart just ones. For me love is crossing all inhibitions and giving oneself away. There are no compulsions and pretensions. It is the sanctorum of belief and unison. 

When you walk down the memory lane, the moments which make you smile, the moments which bring tears to your eyes and make you sigh- are your experiences with love. People who don’t make you think before you speak, people who accept you the way you are, people who think you to be a hero though you see no reasons to be called so, are the people who are going to be with you eternally.

To love was never a cliché. To love was never wrong. But to love and not to know is wrong. To love and to deny is wrong. You can say that nothing is wrong when it is ‘love’ which is under question. I say, love is at its best, if your heart is in sync and world seems to be perfect. And you know it is perfect when your heart is at peace and there is nothing which threatens you. You know it is perfect when you close your eyes and what you see is what you always want to feel. Love is what just gets better everyday. When we live just ones, why not follow the heart’s directions and believe it. Love comes with no chances, it is the decision of the heart which you cherish when your feet grow old and vision goes unclear. It seems like poetry when everything around seems noise. Love becomes the reason to live, when everything around seems conspiracy and failing. And you get yet another reason, to live for someone till time unknown, till day unseen and till moment fulfilled.