FACES OF LOVE!
Faces Of Love!
Our
life as humans is as complicated as our nervous system.
It’ll take eternity
for Medical Science to finally reach the zenith point surrounding all the
complexities which define the human brain.
Love
is one of the most misunderstood subjects of all times throughout human
existence.
Even though millions
of books have been written on this great virtue, nobody has been able to summit
to its highest point.
Wow! Even
couples who passionately hate each other are misconstrued to be madly in love
as long as they live under the same roof.
Like the legendary
G-Spot, the zenith point of love does not exist.
Even men
who have spent their lifetime married to the same woman are still mystified by
this illusive G-Spot in their women’s anatomy.
When can love be
defined as true?
Please
notice, I can’t find any logic to prefix any human love as true since whatever is
deemed true is subject to interpretation.
What is Love?
Love
is blind, we’re told. If this was true there would have been zero divorces throughout
human existence.
It would take just one
stroke of love for everyone to settle down for life.
Love
has been barely reduced to reasonable and sizeable edible titbits based on individual
level.
We measure the
strength and the meaning of true love on the number of years the said couple spent
together in their love nest.
Looking
in from the outside usually fails to capture the real essence of what really
transpired between all the celebrated anniversaries.
More often than not,
people confuse and define one’s tolerance as true love.
Was
all that glittering in this your love paradise real gold, as was witnessed from
the outside by your admirers?
Green grass always attracts
attention from the opposite side and raises curiosity levels substantively.
Sometimes
my brain fails to analyse what my eyes see.
Faces of love is the
way we see and define love in our own individual perceptions.
Unfortunately
as life goes, all the twists and turns brought to bear by our fruitless attempt
to define other people’s paradise.. always comes to nought!
Hello. What is your
favourite colour for love in your world?
Mine
is all the colours of the rainbow. Love in my world is the summary of all what
love is versus all the opposites which undermine it.
Love is always a
struggle between the forces of what-if and whatnot.
Faces
of love say to me, there can be no love without challenges around to test it’s
endurance.
Just like life being
the composite of all our daily trials one has to go through before they can
call it a day.
A day
in my life is a day complete with all the highs and lows I’ve had to overcome
to finally be able to close my eyes and say...
What a day this was, and
flick the lights off and give the world back to God!
Faces
of love. Some people say, it is better to have loved and lost than not to have
loved at all. This also is another hidden gem of love.
Humans have mastered
the art of ignoring reality painted in rainbow colours right under their noses.
Beauty
is no longer seen as is from the outside but just another state of one’s mind.
Wow is wow even when
spelt backwards! What is your problem?
Good
morning to you! What is good about the morning? She yells back at me.
It is hard to believe
that some unhappy angry people even fail to acknowledge the beautiful blue
skies painted above their heads.
Hey,
don’t take my word for it! I’m sure you are old enough to have had enough
scoops of love in your life enabling you to relate to this in your own personal
way.
Faces of love. No one can
tell exactly what faces of love look like in reality. But I believe, we’re the
ones who colour love and put our faces in it!
Our
faces of love, come in all different virtues and all sorts of contorted ideas and
experiences.
We agree to disagree
without being disagreeable that indeed love is!
Faces
of love...
Love is sweeter and
love is bitter. Love is kind and love is cruel. Love is happiness and love is sadness.
Love
is...
In case you’re
wondering, I’m not talking about God’s Love here, but Eros. ... intimate
attraction between a man and a woman.
I
therefore put it to you that love is love to you solely based on your own
experience and subdued interpretation.
Faces of love. Another
rat race and a chase for the end of the rainbow!
Faces
of love. Who am I to tell you what it is?
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The author would really appreciate your constructive comments based on how you understood and interpret each poem. Poems can mean different things to different persons and all views can be correct as long as they conform to the contents thereof. This is the beauty of Poetry.
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