Love

Have you felt 'love' enough?
Probably not, but is there a measure?
Full of extremes, crests and troughs,...
But no this doesn't mean a seizure.

No, it's not temporary, it's not passion,
It is deeper, but yet a child's play.
You may be unknow, unaware
But yet be the most loving.
It is felt, despite cold it warms,
Breaks the ice, melts it.
Felt, not only when the sun shines,
But even when storms torment.
It is the shout of the silence,
It Conveys through distances,
It Transcends material boundaries,
It is the language of dead and alive.
It is not all human, we're just a part,
It is boundless, brave and bold.
It is everything you can think,
It is in everything you can think.
Words are not enough, they never are
There is happiness, calm and peace,
A sum of moments, experiences,
Of emotions, of content, of togetherness.
Don't search for it, or for the right one,
Because it truly is blind,
It doesn't judge or discriminate,
Rather preaches, broadcasts itself all over.
                          
             - Arpit Kaushal