The love I saw in her eyes,
the first time we met.
My heart skipped a beat,
When I touched her for the first time.
My eyes still search for her
even when she is gone.
Love to me is a mystery, a puzzle or riddle with no correct solution or answer. We often love someone who can’t be ours and fail to love the person who loves us the most. We are a creature with utmost stupidity and pure chaos. Life has often been a book written in a language we don’t understand and love has been a book with empty papers and yet we fail to write anything worthy in it. There is no shame in admitting that humans may have decoded the most complex problems in the universe yet a simple emotion fools us all. We bend knees in front of love and it ruthlessly cuts the head, that atrocity is what we call love. Love always advertises itself as “PRICELESS” but, to the contrary, is sold to the highest bidder.
Love is a camouflage we use to hide our deepest fear, and that is being lonely.
BY – Vivek Goyal