The real love is so ethereal,
it is subtler than the subtle.
Making us float like a feather.
but binds the hearts together.
At an exchange of glances
or just in a look, it bechances,
It inspires some in a dream,
throwing us in a slipstream.
Without a word, without a name,
without a hint, without a claim,
creates a bond that is so strong
as if it was meant to be all along.
The magic of love is instantaneous
and its effects seem so spontaneous.
Words and reasons make no difference
to a heart which was stolen at a glance.
Inspiring us to be our best versions
and saving us from many diversions,
It bestows a new meaning to life,
making us feel joyful even in strife.
Adding a certain music to the silence
makes stars shine in ample brilliance.
it makes druids sing ‘n’ damsels dance,
and Yogis seek it in their trance.
Benign thoughts rise from emotions
as the rainclouds rise from the oceans.
Bringing across a warm summer rain,
where some sing ‘n’ dance and some refrain.
Some come out of their comfort zone
and make an effort to turn every stone.
The dampness dries up in the wind’s flow
making some beautiful memories glow.