Fraught with despair, fighting against tears, wishing a sleep to last forever i here spend my moments. Pessimistic, is that the word? Is that what i am? Saddistic, thats what u describe me as? Never intending to harm, my actions result in none other than grief to the loving ones around me. Seeking a definition for love. I am sure no two people in the world have the same definition for this great feeling or such sibling feelings. Just like how every finger print is unique, every person defines love differently.
But when it comes to the action, every human who if gifted to love deeply, loves giving all one's heart. As the heart leaves for a new location, there follows the dreams, thoughts, new home. Nestled there is where they then find any bliss.
Is it possible to withhold a part of ourself when u love completely? A mother loves her baby, nestles it close to her bosom, never wanting to part from it, and even if u part them their lives will never be the happy faces they were. A saint clings to the feet of his God, wanting to unite with his Creator, longing to spend every moment of his gifted life at his Lord's feet. Then the best symbol of love wud be lovers. Will they ever want to part the ring of love that encircles them though miles and oceans apart?
Is not love the feeling that lets life still survive on earth?
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