I haven't watch enough romcom and read enough novels to tell how exactly love is like and feel ,but
maybe love is how our parents hold their hands in busy streets
Maybe love is how you can sit and watch the moon whole night,
maybe love is how that little piece of cake makes you happy,
maybe love is how you smiled watching your favorite cartoon,
maybe love is not just about your partner, maybe it's about your parents, friends and family,
maybe love is not about finding it or being worthy of it,
maybe love is about finding yourself ,before finding someone else  
maybe love is about those cute little laughs while reading a
beautiful book,
maybe love is about those little things, that makes you feel alive
maybe love is not just a feeling but a whole different universe.

In the cascade of light, she flows like a stream,
While I, with an old thirst, in her beauty gleam.
I've quenched my longing, with a gaze so deep,
Capturing her essence, in my heart, I keep.
With every passing moment, l linger in her sight,
Banishing thoughts of others, swiftly, out of sight.
For in her radiance, I find my endless quest,
To dwell in her presence, is where I find my rest.

I want to leave this boisterous town of sadness and hate,
And shift my body to where my soul resides.
A place where I can hear the cascading waterfall
and see the serene green view of the evergreen forest.
The place which makes my heart flutter with the sound of the silent seashore.
A place where the morning begins with the soothing call of a peacock, and ends with the resplendent reflection of the moon in the lake.
The lake, in which I can see fishes breathing and witness nature healing.
A place where I can find my solace and peace.
I want to leave this boisterous town of violence and rage,
where symphony of honks and shouts fill the air.
And shift my body to where my soul resides.

Eternity , like a sandcastle by the shore ,
built with care , but destined to be no more.
It stands tall, a fleeting masterpiece ,
but the waves of time will surely cease .
For just as the tides wash away the stand ,
time slips through our grasp , like grains in our hand .
Yet in the act of building , we find delight ,
creating moment that shimmer , ever so bright .
Though our castle may crumble, their beauty remains,
in memories cherished , where love sustain .
For the fleeting moments, we find out worth,
leaving footprints on the shores of this vast earth .
So let build our castles with all our might ,
knowing eternity lies in moments ,not in sight .

In the dance of hearts , a bittersweet tune,
I've loved in shadows , under the crescent moon .
Whispers of affection , lost in the night ,
yearning of love , yet out of sight .
A tapestry woven with threads of despair ,
loving those who didn't reciprocate , a burden to bear.
In the mirror of reflections ,a poignant art ,
To love without return , an ache at the heart .

In a weird way ,all those who write , write to find themselves .

the branch that left the tree , returned as an ax .