They call it, heartbreaking.
They call it, joyful.
They call, it heartaching.
They call, it sickening.

It requires you to seek attention.
Which you try to keep secret without mentioning it.

They call it, blissful.
They call it, blessful.
They call it, trustful.

Once you locate that special someone to give your trust too.
The one, you'll forever wants to be connected too.

They call it, wonderful.
They say, it's beautiful.
They say, it last forever.

If you remain true and faithful.
But , of all the things , they call it.
They call it love.

To some it's peaceful.
To others, it's trouble.
Still, they call it love.

Unspoken and undiscovered words are weapons that destroy one's own peace, it becomes the broaden cliff ended up in creating heartaching distance between the essence of two different mind & single life.

Verbose is not the demand to reduce the gap but silences are no longer beneficial, single word can deal with various motions of heart & soul.

Fragile bothered echoes could be avoided but muteness can ruin the soft fragnance of beforehandly blossomed faith in the petals of unconditionally born flowers.

It's the call of desires to state the obvious reasons for the clamour of heart's rush towards the end of havoc created within the first & last warmth of amplitude.