When the sun is setting and the silence of the night is coming; all things are replaced by artificial mania:
Lights, animations, shadows and sounds; and their reflections take their turn.
Love is not only a true substance, but also an absurd item.
Love is [a] talkative verbally or emotionally.
It is also [a] silent in mind or heart.
It is jealous when tampered with. It requires reassurance that I’m here for you…don’t stay gloomy!
It appears in winks, feelings, whispers and gestures too.
It either has friends or enemies. It is guilty when hurt. Are you hurt?
Love is a long trip, a gamble and an adventure.
It is as strong as hurricanes, as storms of any forms, winds of any speed and fire of any blaze shapes.
It has its ritualistic milieu that cannot be omitted by any power of the universe.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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