What is love?
Gentle breeze on a tumultuous summer noon or bud in a spring clad tree
Agony bud on a summer famine or rain in a desert.What is love?
Shattered by bewilderment,I stood there lone,It was just a pretext for he looked me in the eye through a distance.
That day, something broke,my insecurities,I was now surrendered ready to be taken to prison.
But this prison seemed different,ecstasy in bondage and I wasn't an orphan anymore.
The whole universe conspired and he held me through,showering his traversing emotions,
His rage became mine,his vulnerability became mine and thus began the divine dance into tranquility,a translated language of soul.










