While going through the various posts on Instagram today I came across some brilliant writing and 90% of them was about love. The poems or thoughts may carry pain, heart break, or a cheating soul, they were still easy to ink on a paper. Spilling words about love, about the aesthetic it carries or the pain followed, its strangely beautiful to see that how a heart in love becomes poetic. The expression love holds is food to soul. It nourishes every cell in the body. Hatred and revenge doesn’t carry such power to inspire someone. It only destroys the within. Even the ‘fire’ which is supposedly a symbol attached to hell is now used freely to symbolise passion of love, flames of inspiration and success. Love coats the perception of life with a little bit of honey and cashews. Even if you have been hurt or dejected in love, it allows you to transform in ways you never knew can become a reality.
Love doesn’t have to be coming from the opposite sex. It is not something small, confined to only one person. It can be a love for nature, love for your parents, love for a pet or an animal or may be a love for oneself. It is every particle which creates the universe. It is the infinity which goes beyond time and space. Let it grow. Let it flow. It is beyond our definition.
Love is rhetoric.