And Then

Thoughts Began To Fly

What Is Love Like?

Published by Aakarsh under on Sunday, June 28, 2009

“What is love like, mother?”,
Asked the little girl.
“Is it like the sight of a butterfly,
Dancing with spright on a blooming daffodil,
Sucking the light of the dawn?
Or like solemn silence,
Singing with the meadow winds?
Is it like the music we hear on a sea-shore?
Or like the songs that fill a night lit by the moonshine?"

"Is it like a rainbow piercing a silhouette,
after it rained in sunlight?
Or like the perfume of the parched earth,
drenched in a summer rain?
Or is it like a dewdrop hanging,
On a lush green leaf?"

“what is love like mother?”,
asked the girl again.
“Is it like a melodious lullabye putting us to sleep?
Or like the sleep that peeps,
Through the eye-lids of a baby?

Why are you mute mother?”, she asked.
Mother wore a smile and said,
“I was thinking of you dear,
it is exactly like You”.

Published by Aakarsh under on Sunday, June 14, 2009

Can two like-minded people, who have strong sense of individualities turn away from each other, just to let their individualism stay intact, instead of their like-mindedness?

If yes, for what? who gained what? who lost what?

 

Lipsum