That day, he asked me the meaning of love.
I touch the water: clear, calm, blue.
A fluid of devotion oozed.
Scarlet! A passion running in my veins.
An alkaline, purifying me;
from the impure and imperfect society.
My eyes laid in crystal like droplets of rain.
Reflection of light in it produces rainbow— fascinating!
A perfect masterpiece aligned the heaven and earth;
the same situation when people fall in love.
Divisions meet their eternal horizon.
I cast the most powerful spell using my finger.
The universe recharge itself.
Green! The hue of the fresh leaves,
flying in sweet scented meadow in south.
The wind of South West stole my attention.
Its caring— so refreshing!
The warm air embraces me with its presence.
Love is a sigh of bliss.
An engine that will make a person cries of poetic verse.
A harp that will make entity drown in sweet melodies.
It's an eraser for perfect imperfections;
an aid for those who dies—
What is love?
— an undefined term to those who believes— endures everything.
I forgot how many poems and essays I wrote about this but one thing is sure—
I will never forget my beloved;
how and why I will continuously fall for him.
Vijay, your turn 😉
'What is love?'
In time, I will meet someone bearing your name,
but he can't be someone just like you.