Its one of rare moment with mewhen I am awake at morning hrs
with full senses
generally your love makes you that
but who is my love
I search the horizon
the mundane too
Love searches me
and me too
but both of us
it simply escapes catching each other
in the dark of life
I was often reminded
the Love is simply illusion
its you who love
otherwise its a one way traffic only
but it does give you a meaning
to live the crunch with glamour
studded to the bubbles of your heart
probably my love is like that only
its airy, whimsical, theatrical, only at poetry etc
is that there is no beauty
that can epitomise my love
probably yes
does it mean beauty is bereft of brain
or
too constrained to the reality around
I shall ask myself
and the LOVE
what exactly is that
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