Love
I love you, February though you are not here, not with me.
I love imagination and love to create a beautiful world.
I love Sunday and sleep.
I love poems and love to bore all with my poems.
I love poets and their style.
I love the miracle of morning song.
I love the shades of sunset.
I love the peeping moon from my window.
I love the butterflies and their fluttering from flowers to flowers.
I love the peace and love to sit with the mountain overlooking a meandering river.
I love Kalidasa. I love reading Meghadūta and getting carried in love, with clouds on a distant shore.
I love, forget and I forgot you Abhijñānaśākuntalam.
I love the Gazelle in the story.
I love justice and I love you Vikramaditya for being just. I love Betal and Vikram’s story.
I love Ujjain and I love Samosa with chutney.
Sure, I love dosa and vada too.
It’s the love for chutney of life that I eat.
I love Mary Oliver and her line, “Love, hold and let go.”
I love songs and groovy kind of love. I love King Kong and Gorilla.
I love the trees, their arms, their leaves, their height, their roots, & their green.
I love silence and its sound.
I love sitar, its sound, its string, & its music. I love music.
I love all fruits and seasons; I love their coming and going.
I love dancing and losing myself in the moment.
I love those who respect others.
I love to be grateful.
I love to find meaning in meaninglessness. I love to watch squirrels nibbling nuts.
I love quotes and their contradictions.
I love flowers and their smell.
I love the wind and its freedom to move. I love the river and its power of endurance.
I love the sun and its democracy. I love old and their desires.
I love eating ice cream while walking. I love to blow dandelions.
I love a world where there is no rush, no crush and no plush.
I love water and how it covers 71% of the earth and 60% of the human body. I love its transparency, its flow, & its sound.
I love what’s given free, air, life, money, books, & advice.
I love how we find hope and dreams.