The Riddle of Love

Love is peace

Peace is life

Life has to end

But...

Love has no end

Like always, he was humming the songs of love while cleaning the road, spinning his broom with each new verse, trying to play at tunes.

As the dawn cleaned the darkness of night, he used to purify the soul of his thoughts but everyday he got entangled in another web by the charm of her love.

She used to answer his riddles of love and he waited for her everyday, sometimes intentionally and sometimes without any reason.

The petals are to be loved

with the pain of thorns

The love is to die,

if the pain is warm.

While undulating her charm, Mary smiled and moved forward while whispering some words. Jim did the futile effort to listen but failed like always.

On a routine basis, with the new sunshine another riddle was there to be uttered and then to be solved. Jim was playing with the thoughts cleaning the roads and listening to unsaid.

    Love comes to me

   with the steam of tea

   covering my hearing

   with the curtain of eyes

The brown eyes matching with the brown hair were on the way. The impatient, debunked, nervous and the gracile Mary replied with modesty and maturity.

    The rain is by clouds

     clouds hold the drops

     The eyes hold the love

      In the veil of tears

The riddle was answered but today Jim forgot to smile, either he was amused or astonished by his or by Mary's thoughts. Mary smiled murmuring the unsaid and left. Jim tried to listen but couldn't.

In the midst of true love, the pain hopped again and again, reminding the line of very impatient evanescence of it's existence. The quest of understanding
 
 "What true love is" was roaming in the hottest and widest desert of thoughts with full bloom and struggle but the ripples of truth dashed the Jim out of spectrum when he struck by a car full of love with life but without meaning. The blood was dribbling continuously from his head but he was happy with the emerging thoughts that bathed him with the soul of life, engraved the purpose of love at his mind , heart and body. Above all he was able to listen Mary's whisper. He can read the brown eyes matching with the brown hair. A light of awareness drenched him.  He can listen to unsaid words of true love, Mary was calling him, the riddle was solved.

Love is with pain like the beauty is with beast.

But he was ready to leave with courage to get presented. He has done for what he meant to be. He has achieved the learning that life is all about discovery and he has discovered "what true love is".

The essence  of true love is giving hands without bagging the return.

The life of true love gets prolonged by walking  on thorns of pain.

The food of true love is to engulf everything with peace and joy and the last but not the least aspect of love is "merging with the truth of trueness while diving in the waters of love".

- Amna Ghafoor (Class of 2020)