The Crossing

Love is just a bountiful lake of forces,
We have little understanding of, but plenty of experiences.

Ever enjoyed waves licking at your toes on the beach,
Ever felt rushing winds blow you at the hilltops,
Ever seen the sun set or rise,
Ever seen the starry nights,
Or ever watched the moon coming out of clouds?

I have experienced these moments
And I have always felt blessed by the creation,
After such an encounter with nature.
It might be anything.
It might be a site which brings fond memories,
Or it might be an old photograph which unfolds the long folded page of time,
It might be the sight of a person, who sprays the scent of nostalgia,
Or it may be a book you erstwhile used to read.
But you will have to admit that love is omniscient and omnipotent,
Showering us incessantly with unbounded joy.

Every moment in life is like a rose bestowed by the existence.
It is a bud, it blooms, it flowers, and it withers away.
But that dead rose always remains in your notebook,
Reminiscing you of the lost fragrance.
Similarly, each moment of life comes, flourishes, and passes away.
But when you turn back in your life,
The fragrance of the passed moment still remains intact.
Saturate each moment of your life with so much fragrance,
That it spreads love not only for you but for everyone around you.