I remember to my last nerves I have never discussed my love with anyone livebut yesternight happened to be abysmal different
the questionnaire asked too much to her best know how
but I know she hardly could make out the horizons of my love
Love is in fact that exotic to the extent just like if someone asks you : just prove to the mundane in scientific terms that if god has a conceptual existence/abstract/physical/metaphysical/psycho-psychiatric/existential/system driven/or else something too beyond
but love remains undefined howsoever a person claim to be the learned/genius etc
but love comes in zillions of ways
this beauty queen is a form of love only
there are so many beauties around me: but she only could evoke the volcanic eruption in otherwise sleeping brain altogether for yrs together
I do not know the mood of times
as its too foolish even to think of that
today its a holiday for all but I am working like as in my office
my love of work is not definitely love but a foe in need
its exactly contrary to what I have explained in the ibid thoughts
but even this foe takes the love shape when put on the scale of time and space
I wondered at my English teacher who used to come at around 6AM every day: I got to know he had only one train as an option to travel to his duty place: he used to sit in a sparse lawn and just remained busy reading something (I don't know what he really read at that event of time.): but I wonder til date how to define my that teacher: a romantic /existential/duty bound/system constrained or else
love is such an infinite phenomenon
I can write whole of my life
but it will remain
undefined
source: Neha.c.Mehta, kiran & anu ;Dr. pankaj .bansal
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