LOVE

You may describe it in colour;
you may listen it in music;
you may read, write, speak of it in words;
you may notice it in anything & everything
& yet in nothing.
Love is like a silent propeller,
an invisible driver,
a secret motivator,
yet it is the greatest tormentor.
Those who fall in it,
never complain of the sorrows it brings along.
Neither they expect love to beget love in return.
It is that flow which is life itself;
or rather more spectacular and enduring than life.
For true lovers its like God Himself;
or rather more potent and at the same time more tender than God.
Love is never formed nor destroyed.
Its always there to feel.
And for that feeling one needs a heart
large enough to accomodate its tremendousness
& small enough to feel it when its like grain.
If you want to own love better surrender to it.
You need to be a scholar and a novice as well.
A leader and a follower as well.
A speaker and a listener as well.
A driver and a driven as well.
If you really want to feel the love
you need to be everything and yet nothing.
Such is the majesty of love that it rules the world
and at the same time teaches us to be ruled also
without any condition
any price
and any expectation.