"How's Love?"
Startled,then I answered.........
For some,love is a miracle-
a glimpse of Halley's comet
appearing in their ordinary life.
For some,love is childhood laughter -
running barefoot in the monsoon
believing everything will remain eternal.
For some, love is terrifying-
a door once opened
and remains closed forever thereafter.
For some, love is a memory-
memories of those, whose existence is
kept alive
through fading perfumes and old photographs.
For some, love is survival-
a way for two tired souls
to amble the world holding each other.
For some, love is silence-
plethora of questions rambling
yet feelings jotted into midnight books.
For some, love is destruction-
a detrimental storm that arrives
and leaves space of nothing.
And yet for a few rare ones,
Love becomes Ipseity-
the quiet art of knowing oneself
because everyone has eventually'left.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC
"How's Love?"
Startled,then I answered.........
For some,love is a miracle-
a glimpse of Halley's comet
appearing in their ordinary life.
For some,love is childhood laughter -
running barefoot in the monsoon
believing everything will remain eternal.
For some, love is terrifying-
a door once opened
and remains closed forever thereafter.
For some, love is a memory-
memories of those, whose existence is
kept alive
through fading perfumes and old photographs.
For some, love is survival-
a way for two tired souls
to amble the world holding each other.
For some, love is silence-
plethora of questions rambling
yet feelings jotted into midnight books.
For some, love is destruction-
a detrimental storm that arrives
and leaves space of nothing.
And yet for a few rare ones,
Love becomes Ipseity-
the quiet art of knowing oneself
because everyone has eventually'left.