"love" is the adjective given to all few corrupted, few adored became traditional, new ideas were born. in midst of philosophy and practical life that is called butstill "love" is adjective to feeling, tendor enough in heart or mind believed by some energy as seen by rationals whatever, plays in literature is given by great writers and leagues of its depth is felt i treat is just as adjective of some spirit that is there between me, you and whole world between evvl or thigns fair not visulised yet by meno auditary radiations heard by senses just got my feet wet by feeling its wordly partdue like soft tender word trend of teens made sensitive ones rigid and solid by thinkers further easy and lively by mind those are not dead worship by workers, freindship bby innocents madness by sadists, pollination by poet whatever is termed is categorised in it still wea re beginners to peep through membrane and are getting so deep fathoms what will be our result than after crossing all, beyond adjective and feeling and parting with the spirit whose adjective i call upon as love called upon as music rythms found even in infants little tulips blossom as if our sixth sense feel to please on sight of two birds loving or huge calibres make me think concepts beyond knowledge informatioin even immature yet no means to even imagine THE WORLD OF AINSWICK is that where "love" is nothing but the ahead movement is the process of learning.
All of us are here to answer that very question " why" and all of us are in the process. I am just taking my baby steps..loving what i am doing and sharing it with all of you. Who knows when two mirrors would be facing each other and we get to see truth through reflections. Love And Peace to all.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
what is love
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