Poem – MEANING OF LOVE
© Anand Vishnu Prakash, YourStoryClub.com
What is the meaning of Love? There are tons of pages that might explain every phenomenon in this universe but none are that answer this question correctly. If I ask personally to anybody, each one will have their own theory of Love. I listen to them carefully, but none satisfy my curiosity. This is because love can only be understood by experiencing the feeling.
Off-course, I have my own theory about love. It’s a connection between different relations which can be defined with specific words:
Favorite celebrity- Attraction
Parents – Affection
Friends- Compatibility
Unknown stranger-???
There is a flaw in my theory. I can explain every connection in a relationship but what attraction can there be with an ‘unknown stranger’. The answer to that was in a long lost memory of mine.
Younger was I then and lighter was my brain,
With parents I was, travelling in a Train.
Movies and Cartoons were all, that were on my mind,
Who cared at that time, if true love I would find.
Looked outside the window, as trees, farms, lakes passed,
Appreciating it, is all I could do, as train was bit fast.
Not until later,I noticed, across me seated a ‘Girl’,
As naive I was back then, didn’t knew value of a Perl.
A favorite song of mine, I sang,”One-two,three..”
Surprising me,the lines got repeated,as sang she.
Didn’t acknowledge her presence, nor did asked her,”Your name?”,
As childish we were, just sat and played a silly game.
Connected we were, as sunset followed the night,
I slept and woke-up,first searched her my sight.
Disappointed I was, to see the opposite bunk empty.
“Where did they go, it’s early as five-twenty!”
Had I been bit older, would have ask her name,address,number,
Had I knew she will go, would have skipped midnight slumber.
But the opportunity is gone, as present became past,
Few moments of yesterday, is all that will last.
I have forgotten her voice, her face, as of now,
Just the feeling that has remained, is the meaning of love.
P.S.:True Story.
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