What Is Love?

Love is a very powerful thing. It makes men do unthinkable things. From the greatest acts of kindness to the most sinister of crimes. Men stripe themselves of dignity for a love so rare. The best of men become ruthless. And the worst of men, the whitest shades of snow. Good names are flung in the mud. For love, the most basic of all emotions. Indeed, roses are the colors of blood, and red, the color of life, as it is of death. Love begets kindness. For a soldier, It begets weakness. Love begets hatred. Brutality. Malevolence. Bad blood. Wickedness.
The purer a love, the greater the tendencies of the negativities of emotions it can evoke/that lay within. Love is the mother of all emotions.

Love is not white neither is it red. It is a spectrum of light from which a thousand shades evolve and reflect; depending on where light strikes the cord.And maybe sometimes light doesn’t shine. And love is the darkest shade of void out of which anything can emerge. Even the most uncogitable emotions.

Love is a neutral thing. A coin. A beam balance with two extremes. And hate? Hate is love turned inside out. Hate is love stuck at the corner of a room, fighting the strangling grips of despair and the epitome of doubt that slowly sucks the air out of its lungs, struggling above and beyond to get back on its feet. Hate is simply love that’s hurting.  What does love mean to you?!Do drop a comment 

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