Of The Most Simply Sophisticated Language Of The Souls

Love... at first glimpse seems to be elixir. Later on, it turns into nectar and then, much later, it turns into water. In simple words, there is the heavenly tint during the novelty period in love, which changes into an earthly divine liquid and then, finally turns into what appears to be the most common, and yet, the most important thing for sustenance.

Love is beautiful, love is eternal, love is each one's perception. Since life and the universe, in themselves, are the mere perceptions of the human mind, why would Love be any different?

Love is affection, concern, protection, bits of possession and obsession, passion and of course, the most loyal muse of artists, poets and writers since a long way back. Love should be pure, and undiluted; but then, we mix chocolate with milk and coffee with chocolate. Yet, Love in itself, appears to be the purest emotion, the purest feeling.

And what is Love, to me?

For a long time, I had this prejudice with me, that 'Love' was the feeling of concern, of respect and trust; that 'True Love' and 'Eternal Love' were only mere idiomatic phrases used in Shakespearean novels and plays; that, since nothing in life is permanent, how and why should Love be an exception?

And then, I realized, Love, for me, is what I perceive and believe it to be. If I believe love to be eternal and true, and as something that is forever present in my soul, my belief doesn't betray me. One's beliefs, one's perceptions, do not actually deceive one.

Does all that make sense?


Love is the most simply sophisticated language of the souls, after all.