Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Love

Love feeds the root of life
like an emitter, one drop at a time.
One cannot posses it,
One cannot assess it.
It like God can be trusted in, but never proved.
If one becomes its devotee he can feel it
If one becomes its disciple he can learn it
If one becomes an aficionado he can spread it
If one becomes its connoisseur he can relish it
But only when one is free he can love it.
Love is not only living with it forever
But love is also setting it free
Letting it go
And feeling content as long as it exists
even if it does for someone else, somewhere else.

8 comments:

diya said...

Though you have told this message to me at numerous occasions in numerous ways, this is the sweetest of all...

Appudu said...

DB Thanks :) I am sure by this time you would also have come to the same conclusion...

SENTHIL KUMAR said...

It's nice da...

Appudu said...

Thanks da...

subhashree said...

complete.. loved it..

menaka said...

Awesome Madana!!! loved it :-)

Saleema said...

Simply Superb Madan.... I jus Loved it....

MadhuBala said...

Madana... ellathayum sollita da.. loved it ...