#whatislove
Do I know you?
Do I show you?
Like a child born blind.
That does not understand sight
or see.
I do not understand you: Yet
I know your absence.
Raziel Vale
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
What is love? The love, you ask me—
It’s pure devotion, soul’s decree.
When minds grow weak, but hearts stay true,
They hold each other, seen or through.
Though distance swells like oceans wide,
Their hearts still walk, side by side.
Eyes closed—yet feel the other near,
In sky’s soft breeze, their souls appear.
Love is so pure, so childlike true,
Where we unveil the child in you.
We giggle, stumble, fall, forgive,
In flawed delight, we learn to live.
We love our flaws, and theirs as well,
In quirks and faults, we softly dwell.
For in those cracks, the light gets in—
And makes us whole, beneath the skin.
It's not just marriage, nor a vow,
But deeper than the world allows.
A sacred bond, unnamed, unseen—
Yet felt where hearts have always been.
When they are near, the world turns still,
Their footstep sings, the air grows still.
Their breath, their walk, their quiet beat—
A melody in silence sweet.
Devotion woven, thread by thread,
Alive in tears, in joy, in dread.
Through hurt and high, through loss and gain,
They hold your soul in love’s refrain.
A sacrifice not made to boast,
But one that feeds your spirit most.
Not “I am right”—but “we are whole,”
Together braving every toll.
What is love? You ask again—
It’s where you face the world through rain.
It’s solace in a bond so deep,
Like mother’s love, before we weep.
What is love? You ask once more—
It’s when two hearts, through every war,
Still choose each other, every time,
In silence, speech, in storm, in rhyme.
Whether friend, or blood, or fate,
In every form, love resonates.
It is not owned, it is not named—
It’s felt. It’s lived. It’s never tamed
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
I am clear in my head and perhaps in heart that it is not love,
It is my own lack that I look to fill through you.
Isn’t it true that you also felt that you could fill your void with me?
Isn’t it all what we look for, in a relationship?
Sometimes I want just that…
Why can’t we have our cup filled by someone?
Why is there an image of ideals and perfection…
That we have to be all for ourselves,
Not needing validation.
Why do we strive to be all?
Nov 23, 2023
Nov 23, 2023 at 3:54 PM UTC
How would I like to be loved?
It is a very difficult question
Because, though I appear, at first glance
To be "The Guy Next Door"
The reality, I assure you, is entirely different
Firstly, every individual is different
Secondly, I am autistic
And finally
There is so much about me
That you will get to know
Only if you are a good friend of mine
How would I like to be loved?
Well, let me tell you
Love is not all about candlelight dinners
Nor is it about *** in the bedroom
It is about being there for each other
No matter what
If I truly love someone
I would be ready to go to jail for her
Of course, not if it is for something ethically wrong
But you get the idea
How would I like to be loved?
If you have seen the Tamil movie "Thiruchitrambalam"
Then you would understand
If I were to say
That I want someone to love me
The way Nithya Menen loved Dhanush
In that amazing movie
How would I like to be loved?
If you've seen me at my worst
One of those days
When I am in one of my rages
And keep shouting and breaking things
Or I lose my focus at work
Due to all my insecurities
Rearing their ugly heads
Or I simply drown myself in my thoughts
Refusing to come out of my bed
Or I cry like a child
Drowning myself in a tidal wave of self-pity
And you still love me the same
As you did when I was at my best
Then it is indeed true love
Enough said
How would I like to be loved?
When I hear one of Harris Jayaraj's romantic melodies
And can instantly relate to it
I know that I am in love
And that love is real, not reel
How would I like to be loved?
If you ask me how was my day
And I go on and on
Droning about the technicalities of my work
Or cribbing about various issues
Such as candidates, clients or my boss
And you never tire of listening to me
Then I know you are truly in love
Also, if I keep asking you how was your day
Every single day after work
And you never once tire of answering such a mundane question
If that is not true love
I don't know what is!
And on that note
It's time to wrap up this little monologue
And return to hard reality
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 11:59 PM UTC
Who gave you the idea
That love is all about romance?
Love can be towards anybody
In this massive planet
Whether it be your parents
Or grandparents
Or siblings
Or cousins and relatives
Or even friends
And apart from these people
Love can exist in other forms too
Helping an elderly gentleman or lady
Cross a busy road full of speeding vehicles?
That's love
Running a langar to feed the poor and needy?
That's love
Running an NGO to treat cancer patients
As well as rehabilitate them after treatment
And engage them in useful work?
That's love
Cancelling your job interview
To take a victim of a road accident to the hospital?
That's love
Dropping your colleague off at his/her home after work?
That's love
Standing up to a bully who is picking on a few kids?
That's love
Feeding chapattis and biscuits to a few cats on the street?
That's love
Again, who gave you the idea
That love is all about romance?
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 10:30 AM UTC
A double-edged sword,
so pure,
jealous
and evil,
meant to comfort all that wield it,
All bow to it,
all long for it,
all perish in its wake.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
To the one that disturbs my peace,
the angel of my thoughts,
your smile a constant reminder,
of our brief infidelity,
it was enough to fall in love,
unknowingly,
it pulled me back,
after I hurt you,
I came back,
After he killed you,
I'll save you,
if you let me,
I warn you,
of nothing at all,
I hope,
you are ok,
I'll wait,
I know you love me too,
I wonder what you see,
because
I am not him,
or them,
or us,
or me,
I will show you my truths,
that's what my love is.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 9:27 AM UTC
A Red Rose that smells of the infatuation and curiosity.
It's innocent purpose to lure and beguile the eyes That fall onto its silhouette.
It's gorgeous.
The way the crimson petals dance in the wind.
Is that fair?
A token of curiosity for the passage to a broken , lifeless heart?
A stone now more than flesh?
Not so long ago, another was presented.
But it grew thorns on my side.
What is one more ?
And so now this remains admired from afar
Its beauty quickly fading.
Is it fair that it be judged as a poison?
And not as a white flag waived from that distance?
An apology not from the abuser.
But a gesture intended to make up for that lost dream?
It is tempting i must admit.
To indulge in that sweet fragrance that lingers .
But a poison never tastes bitter.
What to do?
What to say?
What to do?
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 4:46 AM UTC
Love is a ****** up thing
Love is that feeling you get
When you know you’re with
The person that’s meant to be
Yet…
Love is a beautiful thing
Love is full of ups and downs
Twists and turns yet,
Love is so much more than what you’d expect
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
she said "me and moon are twins
we look so beautiful from distance
but we have our own scars",
the rainboy cried everynight to
hide the moon behind the clouds
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
The absolutely radical,
Mind boggling idea of being accepted.
-A fantasy served with insecurity
On the side, stained
With the lipstick you only wear
On third dates, the idea of
what love "should feel like"
Bubbling below the skin
Until you get blisters and boils,
sick and heady but starry eyed.
Ignoring the naysayers,
Oh so what if sleeping beauty
Gets roofied here.
The potential to get shattered,
Identity mutilated beyond recognition
Is, after all, a small price to pay
If you finally get to.. Belong.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
to know love,
we forsake our sanity,
the control over
our own minds
we take the risk of
losing more than just
parts of our hearts
to know love,
we break ourselves
over and over
only to chase after it
blindly again
despite knowing that
no one will ever
come close to truly
knowing love
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
How long must I perstist
How long must I wait
How long until I have to wait
Those lips those eyes those hands
Are you sent from heaven or just a fallen angel
Years I wait for you and yet I am still not worthy to be your
King
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
What happens to love unrequited?
Does it go back to the lover?
Or does it find another target?
Does it dissolve in the pool of tears shed?
Or does it stay in the heart and weigh it down?
What happens to love untold?
Does it stay in the silence of its own being?
Or in the many little gestures?
Does it find peace in the saddest of melodies..
What happens to love denied?
What happens to love destroyed?
Does it stay in the injustice of it?
Is love all-knowing?
Or is it an ignorant fool?
Is it a product of vulnerability, or maybe the cause itself?
Is it the stairwell to heaven or hell?
Is love overdosed, like *******
Does it overshadow real pain?
Does love even exist?
Or is it a phantom of your dreams?
Is falling in love the vertigo 'dizzy' ?
Or the comfort 'fuzzy'?
Is the promise of love an eternal lie?
Maybe love is just that - a million unanswered questions, a thousand gazes unmet....
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
Two children
The little boy stands bashfully
The little girl hands him
Freshly picked flowers
A kiss from the boy to the girl’s cheek
Two teenagers
The girl chews gum and twirls her hair
The boy arrives with his car
She smiles and gets in
A kiss and then they’re off.
Two people
The woman is full of bruises
The man has scratches
But fewer than the bruises
She cries and tries to leave
He throws her to the ground
A kiss good night before he locks the door.
Two lovers
The lady shines from an inner glow
The gentleman smiles proudly of a secret
He takes her hand
He bends down on one knee
She squeals with delight
A long, loving kiss to confirm the answer.
Two people
An older woman straights the hair
A younger woman sits nervously
It is a new beginning
The music starts far away
A kiss to say goodbye “Ms.”
One person
A sad woman
Sighing
Where has her heart gone?
A surprise
He is right behind her.
A tear of joy
A kiss to seal the reunion
Two people
An elderly woman
An elderly man
They sit quietly on the porch swing
They think of days gone by
They hold hands
A kiss to say “I’m still here”
One person
A bouquet of roses
Tears falling down her cheek
A granite stone sits before her
“Beloved Husband to the end”
She smiles
A kiss on the rose before placing them down.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
Until
You have loved a writer
Or a writer falls in love with you
What's it like
What if, when I say
Love is not merely a word
Usually
Love is not silence
Love is not distance
Love is not a known stranger
Love is not static goodbye
Love is what
Holds on
Love is what
Brings out
The best in you
To be someone's
Everything
Love is what remains
Till the end
More like that
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 9:53 PM UTC
love is just a word with many meanings.
I can say i love you but not really mean it.
the word love can be very misleading.
A four letter word, yet has the power to be deceiving.
its a shame how many times i felt "love",
yet to look back and realize it wasn't really love, it was me trying to find someone to love because i couldn't love myself.
I have tried so hard just to get hurt over and over again.
Everyone i was hurt by, i claimed that i loved.
Love makes you do crazy things they said.
But what is this "love" they are talking about, where can i find it?
The only "love" that i experienced was the love that was hiding.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
They say, "It's all about Love."
"What is Love?" asked the Love starved child
Singing, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Love, how I wonder where you are...."
Her eye caught a falling star
Following it across the sky
Dear Star
I wish for Love.
Show me what is Love.
I want to Love.
I want to be Loved.
Why am I not loved?
Is there something wrong with me?
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
If you truly love me as much as you say you do,
then how come you no longer treat me like you used to?
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
They said its the hugs you get when you're sad
or the perfect coffee you drink on a rainy day
and the tears you get when your love is away.
Its the book you got that is bought completely new.
You ask what love is?
Love is you.
-a.o
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
Love.
Love is.
Evermore.
Love is always.
Undeniably,
Indefatigably,
Indescribably,
Insatiably,
Forever.
Always.
Is.
Love.
Love lasts.
Tirelessly.
Love is always.
Unconquerably,
Indeterminately,
Imperviously,
Inscrutably,
Immortal.
Always.
Lasts.
Love.
Love lives.
Timelessly.
Love is always.
Interminably,
Interconnectedly,
Independently,
Incredibly,
Infinite.
Always.
Lives.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
“Broken” is an understatement.
“Broken” is like a pencil’s tip.
“Broken” is just an annoyance.
“Broken” is something fixable.
Love heals what is beyond broken.
Love repairs total destruction.
Love rebuilds a thousand pieces.
Love reforms embers and ashes.
“Broken” is too facile a term.
“Broken” heals if just left alone.
“Broken” is the every day.
“Broken” is not in need of love.
Love is wasted on the broken.
Love puts soul in a crumbled self.
Love takes on what no longer is.
Love can make people out of dust.
Love does so much more than repair.
Love is the act of creation.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
When you dream
A tree
And find
Him/Her watering
It's love
That simple
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC