Love, what is Love?
Is it woven from some heart’s desire?
Or is it claimed to be blessed from above
Where rests melancholic songs and satire!
Is love a tear?
That sweeps from a mother’s eyes
Or a rebuke shot to someone dear
Or a dream of being in paradise!
Is love a fear of losing
A life, a moment, a gaze,
Of someone whom the heart possess
And evokes the mind to form a maze!
Is love a caress, a care,
A wish, a vow, a song to sing,
Or a possession too precious to share
Or an answer, a prayer or a senseless meaning
Is love a bond, made in a blank time
Which moulds itself to a relation with an unknown?
Is it a silent whisper or a chime?
Which sings to oneself, until a heart is won??
Is love a goal, an aim, a prize,
Who aspires it to become an ultimate?
Who lives and dies in its belief,
And forever deepens the reason to keep it abate!
Is love a question for you?
Asked between the changing designs of daily lives
Where life finds ignorance and vain mobility,
Even then, how come love survives??