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.

Comments

Divya Bhaskaran said…
Though you have told this message to me at numerous occasions in numerous ways, this is the sweetest of all...
February 9, 2011 at 9:38 AM
Madan Panathula said…
DB Thanks :) I am sure by this time you would also have come to the same conclusion...
February 9, 2011 at 9:56 AM
subhashree said…
complete.. loved it..
March 13, 2011 at 8:54 AM
menaka said…
Awesome Madana!!! loved it :-)
April 11, 2011 at 6:16 PM
Saleema said…
Simply Superb Madan.... I jus Loved it....
April 25, 2011 at 1:03 PM
MadhuBala said…
Madana... ellathayum sollita da.. loved it ...
July 12, 2011 at 5:39 AM
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