Love

Which is still unsaid and unvoiced

Forever dwells in mute,

Wandering and wonder maybe it's me or you,

Let's s give some meaning and name it for due,

Love is purely an acceptance of just being true,

Love is always waiting to be loved,

A drop is waiting for a ray 

Because the rainbow is an epitome of being loved,

A deer is waiting for musk

Because finding fragrance is the embodiment of being loved,

Illusion is waiting for miraz

Because mysticism is the deity of being loved.

In this universe under the same sky

It's me and you,

Ascending in our own journey

With different aisles of hue,

Not seen, yet not met

But our heart coincides.

Appearance has no power when love grows in absentia,

Its euphoria of pure vibration

Which follows ignatia.

Essence of belonging lies in the patience of faith,

Don't glorify it by touch,

Don't identify it by name,

In the realms of feeling

It is still unexplained.