love

The term love comes with a question mark. What is it ? What is love to the lover and beloved? What is love to the one who is or has never loved? What is love to a child? What is love to love itself?..it is a beautiful illusion I would say..an enchanting illusion wrapped in the thought of longing and caring and not always is it mere physical but is a psychological meditation.  What one usually ponder upon is not on love but the mere thought...the 'concept' of love and to be loved. In fact all of us exist on the template of this notion. Many would say first love is beautiful-enchanting- tempting so on and so forth. Of course it is..but whom does it come from??? Your lover? Then who is your lover! Every other being in this universe are lovers, not necessary that they are to be romantically involved. Two people who hate each other ardently are lovers ... they engender on the thought of hatred. There is love even there. Love is passionate ..its more than a single emotion ..it is a turmoil in the tornado..very complicated yet simple as Donne. Love is not lust neither is caring and sharing in the complete sense. But these comes as bonus in the package of love in many cases. It is metaphysical. It is above the conscience of material grasp. But how far is love 'LOVE' and not a possession or a toxicity that one falls for? 
There is this work called Ukiyo that I recently read. It is a fanfiction with excellent character development and plot mechanisms I would say. In there is this concept of The 'casualty' of love. True! On reading the same I was soo mesmerized with the whole casualty of loving someone and to be loved in the danger of the four letter word. In one form or the other we all sign in for this casualty that eats us upto a never ending eternity. Even if it is toxic or is purely the skin slap of two souls ..we all pitch in for this casualty of love. The love that eats us all up but still we never back off for we are soo engrained in the tempting death glare of love.

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