Love is not just a person...its not even a thing...
It's a journey in which I am coursing...
I seek it...not from any...but in the form of self discovery...
Every drop of it blossoms my existence...sometimes in reality...sometimes virtually...
It comes dewed in small gestures...from family, friends...sometimes from strangers...
The colour so pristine that stays for years...
Love doesn't need a kiss to be sealed...It doesn't need sex to be achieved...
It doesn't need a presence for validation of one's existence...its a liberation...
Love is silence...simplicity in essence...love is a belief insuring and assuring us amongst the miseries...
Love is what I search...love is what I believe...and I am living and loving my journey...
It's a journey in which I am coursing...
I seek it...not from any...but in the form of self discovery...
Every drop of it blossoms my existence...sometimes in reality...sometimes virtually...
It comes dewed in small gestures...from family, friends...sometimes from strangers...
The colour so pristine that stays for years...
Love doesn't need a kiss to be sealed...It doesn't need sex to be achieved...
It doesn't need a presence for validation of one's existence...its a liberation...
Love is silence...simplicity in essence...love is a belief insuring and assuring us amongst the miseries...
Love is what I search...love is what I believe...and I am living and loving my journey...
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