Crazy little thing called…


Love has its ardour
A vigour
resplendent with colour.
A thirst
quenched with fervour.
A rapture
ignited in passion.
A deepness
dwelling into endless.
Sometimes inane,
finding refuge in mundane.
To give
To soak
To heal
To forbear.
To vow
To confide
To offer
To endear.
Love is not surreal,
Yet at times
eludes real.
Being in love easy,
To love is harder.
And as much as
We chase thee,
It slips away
from us farther.


61 thoughts on “Crazy little thing called…

  1. Good one Chaitali…Finding true love doesn’t take you to the final destination, but the journey for finding one definitely teaches what love is and how to feel when we find one.


  2. Emotions (love included) have a mind of their own, don’t they? Like a brook, they flow, unheeding to the terrain. They flow, despite all odds…and they take us with them. I used to think we embody our emotions, but life taught me that emotions embody us. They are deep…much deeper than what our minds can contain…..


  3. it’s soulful Chaitali šŸ™‚ Loved it, it resonates with every heart in love. Kudos
    Loved your new blog appearance, it’s looks simply Chaitali signature style now.
    Cheers šŸ™‚ Hugs.


  4. Absolutely brilliant. I love this. Love is not “being in love”. It’s a verb, hence an action word. We choose to continue loving, even when the going gets tough.


  5. “Love is not surreal yet at times eludes real”..loved this line. A beautifully penned poem about love. We feel we “know” love yet at times it fails us, or is we who fail love? šŸ™‚ This is my first visit and I loved this space šŸ™‚


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