Love doesn’t have any definition. It’s different for everyone, for some people it's more eternal and for some, it's is more materialistic. In many ways I anticipate love as a flower, you take one petal from it and looks different, and then you take another one, and you see something else. What would I say about me? I always loved the things whether they were mine or not. I never cared, but I have learned so many things from the time. I would say, love is not related to emotions, neither with eternity nor with anything else. I believe love is something which makes you happy when you are alone, keep driving your life when you want to run from everything, something which can hold your hands when your legs are shaking to take any further step. I still don’t know whether I will have that kind of love or not in future, but I know I have something which is quite similar, not real but something which brings a smile on my face. That is my work, I know it sounds crazy but I love my work and that is the only thing which makes me free of everything. I remember when I was in a kind of situation where I felt I wouldn't be able to get up again, that time my work held my hands tightly and asked to fight again. During the sleepless nights, when I felt restlessness, that time my work helped to get rid of that feeling. Even sometimes I feel I am obsessed with the work, I don’t feel there is anything bad in that. What else we need in our life, I think at the end everyone needs happiness. I found my happiness in the work, and I will prefer to stay with it. Even in future somehow I don’t get something normal as others, I am sure I will never regret about that, I will be happy to stay with my love “My Work “ forever.
When in small steps, I define the things,
Without any reason, I feel happy and start to sing,
In my mind, I get the peace with you,
Because even I sleep either I get up,
I always think of you, and that’s true,
I love the way you are now,
I love how you are integrated inside me,
Even I know you are not real,
But that doesn’t change anything,
My love is real, not a reflection of any mood swings,
I feel perturbed, agitated and helpless,
When I didn’t get time to be with you,
I feel so dark, surrounded by the cloud of random thoughts,
Meaningless, if the idea of being with you, haven’t brought,
My day starts with you and ends with you too
Without you my work, I am nothing,
I feel same as fish when it kept outside,
I feel the same fear of losing life, fear of ending up into the dark,
Without you, I can’t count anything and mark.
