The last love poem...

Sometimes Love just stays there

In the same street you walk on everyday

Even if not in the company of the special one...

Sometimes Love stays suspended in thin air

When morning wakes up in the same way;

Vivid blue skies like a lake and peaceful clouds like a drifting swan...

Sometimes Love remains in the lyrics of a familliar song

Catching the strings of your heart each and everytime

Just like a faint smile or a faint smell, bringing it all back again...

Sometimes love is long ago gone

And we live only by past memories, by good old times

And we learn that Love is also about accepting the pain...

Sometimes Love is not only about dating and flirting

But a journey of inner discovering

Where the heart learns to give without ever thinking...

Sometimes Love is like a sweet bird chirping

Bringing a little tint of magic in everything;

Keeping the heart safe in sweet feelings....

At times Love goes away

Whispering good bye without any word

Leaving the heart cold and sore...

Love is neither about being proud or showing who gets the 


last word

Because when Love goes away

The proud man becomes humble to the world

And inspite of being rich, has nothing much left anymore...

Love is neither about riches, scorning or human logic

It is only about feelings, you may call it magic

magic that makes two people sacrifice everything

And create joy out of nothing...

Love is to be cherished and respected, to be grateful for 
having it

For life hold essence without it....