Love

Love is not dependent on age or face

It does not change with time or space

Love is not something we call as art

Love is every soul’s integral part

So let the haters get away with unfair

Since happiness is not hatred’s heir

Love shall always be prosperity’s mother

And love blossoms from one to another

It may have begun in one’s prime

But it gradually goldens with time

The two look into each other’s eyes

And purges away the darkness and lies

Even after those the end of lusty days

They don’t have to think of a praise

And the time finds it complete use

Them who shall never seek an excuse

Love is always new unlike art which grows old

And it keeps the blood warm when its too cold

So what has kept my eyelids open

Even after exhaustion on a weary night?

Love seems to have made me blind

Love seems to have takne my sight

And the love that is still not found

Want to fly but I am still on ground

I may have to rethink about my speed

But actually there is certainly no need

When even Ferrari shall seem to be slow

I am in love, its then I shall know

And I do not need to keep up the pace

Because it is not a bloody race

And with that sweetness, I have to live

That truth may not be able to give

And I want something very closely knit

Away from all lies, away from all wit.