LOVE ITSELF

our college boys' hostel is under renovation. so is the infamous room no320 on the top floor. reportedly someone had committed suicide some nine years back in that room. it had remained locked, unoccupied over these years. rumour has it that he died because he failed in love.

i visited the room today morning. though the walls have been freshly painted, i can still smell the grimness in the air around. an eiree silence suspends in the room admist the chaos of the hostel. you can feel the depth of his pain suffered. i wonder how it would feel in the darkness of the night.

i pity his deceased soul. if only he had understood what love really is, he would never have killed himself. love is undying unfailing unblemishable. love is a triumph in itself.


love is the antidote
for love itself.
where one fails
love itself
will square it up.
where love as such
that never ends,
life is a celebration
of love, in love itself.