Strange indeed the way life
Every little thing plays a distinct note
As we step forward to collect the future
The past we rarely forsake no matter what may come.
Could it be that we love the past more than the future?
I surely do not know the answer!
II
The love I yearn may not be the same as yours
Yet one thing is certain,
When in pain love appears the same,
With conditions imposed as fence
Love can never flourish sanely,
In a relationship
Cracks and holes can still make way
But when we loved with a love that was more than love
The barrier of conditions evaporate
And, with love everything becomes LOVE.
III
We travel along this life
Unknowingly with love in our hearts
Along with occasional hatred and vengeance
Lets throw all that aside
And hand in hand let us march together
Beyond the reach of race, religion and language
Because in the end, I wish to share this
We travel nowhere in this life
But from the little self towards bigger self
And we grow only when
We loved with a love that was more than love
LOVE.
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'Love' the third part Cyclops - takes someone to start doesn't it, so I'll place my hand in yours and march alongside with you...I know many others will join.
This is wonderful. Love has an agenda of it's own for sure.
We love the things we know, until we know the things we love.
Nice poems, Cyclop....One always comes back to know, only Love can hold us together...even a single self in its place,
Really appreciate the thoughts here,
wishes,
devika
Well said Cyclops. I am with Stan Ski.
Love certainly has a different journey for everyone. I loved how you brought love through different stages.
I agree with Missy. The different stages of love. I loved that last stanza.
Beautiful
Loved this poem, since its about love and who don't love love! :)
"In a relationship
Cracks and holes can still make way
But when we loved with a love that was more than love
The barrier of conditions evaporate
And, with love everything becomes LOVE.".....wow such a nice thought n write.
I like your shorter style, especially the third poem. Thanks.
you must give in order to receive and you must love in order to be loved. You say it beautifully
Love is undefined. That is beauty of it.
you have passed your absurdity to me
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