How do you think Love comes?
How do you think love comes?
.
Like a tornado whooshing around
Uprooting your life and senses?
Or like a huge disrupting wave
Drowning you in its longings?
Or like the screech of a siren
Deafening every other voice in your head?
Or like another pompous episode
That might change your life forever?
.
No,
Love comes,
Like none of these clashes
Of loud and wrecking energies.
Like none of these arrivals
Departing equally quickly.
.
Love comes
quietly,
In its slow innocence.
It comes like the twinkling of a star
That soothes you unknowingly,
It comes like a sip of coffee
In a day drenched with rain,
It comes like the shadowy essence of moonlight
Guiding you in your darkness.
It comes without any vain lustre
Hassled by false conjectures.
.
It comes unexpectedly
It comes unknowingly
In a stealth way
Draped with its ingenuity.
.
Love comes in its silent glory
And stays so forever.
